Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Still hurting, but mildly able to function

Yay! I got out of bed today!

After three days of not leaving my apt (except to buy juice and saltines) I finally was able to swallow enough drugs (is that grammatically correct?) to go to work for the full 8 hours.

I am now exhausted.

I have my first day of my last semester of school tomorrow. Then I'm going to try to find a dress to wear to my brother's wedding. Then I'm going to see a specialist doctor to find out what the hell is wrong with my ears.

But, I'm looking forward to class. The professor is this lady. She seems nice.

Now, if you'll excuse me while I attempt to sleep for more than 2 hours in a row (being sick stinks, but I think feeling healthy and just being incapacitated by a shooting pain through both ears is worse).

Hey, no need to be a Grumpy McGrumperson! It's time for the self portrait wrap up!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

I'm an overachiever, I guess

Had to go to the e.r. today.

Turns out my ear infection wasn't satisfied just being a normal ol' ear infection. No no no. I have both an inner and an outer ear infection. yup. I gotta go all the way.

And everyone kept asking me to rate the pain on a scale from 1 to 10, I didn't know what to compare it to, like is 10 getting your leg cut off? or is 10 the shooting stabbing dear god kill me now pain that I was experiencing? I said it was a 5. You know, in the middle. Until I had to ask my doctor, through my sobbing, if she could give me anything for the pain. So I guess it was more like a 9 on that scale.

Oh, and also, it turns out that Thursday, the day I originally went to the doctor was the last day of my insurance. So my little sojourn to the e.r. will be all independently m.lady funded.

I guess this will help me become a *truly* tortured artist. I mean, do you think Wittgenstein had health insurance? Plato? Van Gogh? Leonard Cohen? I don't think so!

Anyway, I got a shot in my butt, ear drops and new medicine, so hopefully, this will all end soon.

Oh, and my hero forever is this lady:

When I broke down crying, she held me close and made me feel like I wasn't alone. As a single lady who needs to go to an e.r. it's nice to feel loved. Seriously. She is my hero forever.

(I don't know how I'm going to eat this dinner in front of me. My face is so swollen, I can't bite down, but I need to eat this food or my medicine will make me vomit. I already feel like I'm going to vomit anyway. ahhh. you really wanted to read that. Good times. Saturday night! Whoo!)

Friday, August 24, 2007


22 minutes until I get to take a pain pill.

My first memory is of an ear infection. I was being put in my crib and as soon as I (gently) hit the mattress, pain shot right through my head.

I had tympanostomy tubes placed in my eardrums to, I don't know, equalize pressure, etc, etc. Apparently, over 2 million kids per year get the tubes in their ears.

I don't know why I get so many ear infections (every couple of years).

What I do know is that they suck, big time.

So, I'm trying to bide my time until I get to take my pain pill by looking up info about ear infections to better understand my situation.

What is an ear infection? You may ask. Well, in adults it is: "caused by infection in the Eustachian tube, near the inner ear." (I found that info here.)

okay, that was boring.

The last time I had an ear infection, I was given ear drops, which, although a bit of a hassle, were also soothing. They were cold and smooth and it was the same comfort like when you put an ice cube on a mosquito bite.

This time, I was given antibiotics. These are not as soothing. I take one pill twice a day, which I don't like because, due to the pain pills, I can't really keep things straight and I forget if I've taken the pill or not.

Also, my pain pills are annoying. They give me certain "perks" of pain pills, you know, they make me loopy. But, they aren't very good at taking away the pain. The yucky yucky pain. I'm supposed to take one pill every four hours and they work for about 1.5-2 of those four hours. Ugh.

So that's my story.

Oh, screw the four hours, give me my drugs.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

If it's not one thing...

My internet is down

I have an ear infection (ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow)

My garbage smells soooooo bad! (Don't worry, I took it out, now the dumpster smells sooooo bad)


self portrait wrap up!

I did a week of photos on the floor:

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Things that scare me

deep water

dying suddenly the day I don't make my bed/am not wearing clean underwear

the hour between 3 and 4 a.m.

giving up

tall ladders

Tara Reid

bugs with waaaay too many legs

rusty nails


the consequences of not being able to flirt

another day of having to say "that's how it goes....I suppose"

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

dressy dress

Yesterday was my most productive day of the summer:

I had a job interview (fingers crossed, 2nd interview is Thursday)..

I stared at the palindrome for about an hour:

I had lunch with a friend.

I stopped by another friend's workplace. We then wandered around the Cultural Center for a while.

I traded an ill-fitting shirt for some kick-ass wide legged pants (I bought them a size big so they would fall on my hips, but that means I need to hem them. Tonight. Because I want to wear them tomorrow.)

I wrote the schedule for my current job, pretending that I had acquired the new job.

I watched "So You Think You Can Dance" (Go Sabra...or Neil...he's pretty ok too)

Oh, and I made a dress:

Now, hows about some self-portrait round up?!

ps: I want her dress.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

I had ice cream for breakfast today.

I think that is the true sign of finally being a grown up.

...self portrait round up!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007


He chose the crazy girl?!

(of course he chose the crazy girl)

Monday, August 06, 2007


I do the darndest things when I get bored/feel on the verge of a nervous breakdown, be it hemming a dress, painting a room or driving to Louisville:

I went to Louisville to visit my friend. Megan. This is Megan with a big baseball bat:

And then I took a turn with the bat and Megan played fashion photographer, gettin' all experimental (that same dude is leaning on the bat! I guess he got attached to the slugger):

There are many, many art cars in Louisville, I took a picture of Megan taking a picture:

We went to an art museum where they had a room of paper mache projects by a current resident at a Kentucky penitentiary. He only uses toilet paper and glue and a couple of other prison-issue supplies for his work. It was all *amazing* I should have written down his name, but alas, I didn't. He's not trying to plead his innocence, which is good. He clearly knows that he belongs in jail. This piece was called "A man in a cage making a man in a cage."

There was also a poem waterfall, words projected onto a wall:

And there were many red penguins running around. They were so cute, I couldn't resist striking up a little fling with one of them. Some paparazzi caught us canoodling:

I realized a couple of things when looking at this picture. 1) My hair and the South do not mix and 2) Why do I make that stupid face? I must've had six pictures from this trip where I'm making that damn face:

Churchill downs:

And then, 34 hours after I arrived, I drove home:

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Gary knits a stinky rag

Aren't palindromes fun?! No?
Yesterday, I was at a local coffee shop for about 2 1/2 hours working on the Palindrome, and this is what I got:

words wanting
am I space?
this filling person,
place or thing?

say you, "place"

sad one, never is water too cold, too deep too distant

are people only allowed that behavior?

the rules breaks loneliness

And then, at some point in the piece that section will read (in reverse) as:

Loneliness breaks rules. (The behavior that allowed.) Only people are distant, too deep. Too cold too.

"Water is never one sad place," you say.

"Thing or place?"


Filling this space, I am wanting words.

Or it could go the other way around. In the second scene, the two characters in the story are playing some kind of MadLibs game and the woman is asking the guy for a noun, but he can only talk about wanting to be like water and not like people. The fist scene up there is about the woman feeling like she's just a placeholder for his affections. Still needs a lot of work, obv.

Normally, I work on stories like I'm putting together a puzzle. Working on the border first (usually all at once) and then filling in the center. With this piece, I'm working on it like a quilt. Writing one scene at a time (deciding what the scene will be and then working sentence-by-sentence) and then putting them together to form one big cozy story...hopefully.