I am drinking Hi-C Orange from McDonald’s. It is better than colas, but still sickeningly sweet after a while. I don’t know why I’m still drinking it; yes, it’s yummy, but I think it might be giving me a stomach ache. Now I have to decide if the ice cream is worth it or if it will make me feel worse. Maybe I don’t feel icky because of the food and beverage. Maybe I should just go back to bed. Bed is a bit of a drive away, I have work to finish, and I don’t want to drive back here tomorrow, so I shall stay and work again eventually.
Yesterday, in about two hours, I was able to make eight pitcher shapes. I was quite pleased with that, but now I have to make handles for them. I, apparently, am not very good at making handles. However, I need them to have handles for class Monday, so I must keep trying. I just don’t want to go back to the studio yet. Maybe in a few minutes. I know that each moment I hesitate in going makes going that much more difficult, but maybe, if I avoid it long enough, it will just go away. I know that’s not how it works, but I want it to be that way. That would make procrastinating so much more rewarding.
I think the heat just kicked in. It smells warm now. I don’t like it.
Maybe, if I finish the pitchers tonight, I can have fun tomorrow. I do have a drawing assignment to work on; it’s due Wednesday, so I should probably start that, and maybe even get close to finishing it, but there would probably still be time to do something fun. What’s fun, though? I guess I could read a book or play a video game or start cutting fabric for a quilt, but that all requires a future time commitment and doesn’t offer immediate satisfaction of completion. I really just want to do something worthwhile and finish it and be happy with it and enjoy the process. Is that so much to ask?
I don’t think I feel like eating ice cream right now, and I’ve been typing for 10 minutes, so I guess I should probably think about heading back to the studio and getting to work again.