A day off is well deserve.

I work creatively with an artist mind. I project my creativity thru my hands. I stand firmly with both feet on the ground. I see the art that I create and feel an enormous sense of completeness. Working hours off the beaten path is rewarding. These hours are so fragmented. One day I work 2hrs and the next 12hrs. I socialize all day. You need a good grasps on people skills with this job. Analyzing personalities,hair, color,texture,and style is my tasks everyday. And last week was a great week of designing and socializing. That smile and hug is worth more than money. But now, I'm tired. I need to recharge and rest.

Late Nite Worries

So the nite has pass. The wee hours of the morn has come. Here I sit contemplating on the new day to come. Wishing that I could for the next 15 minutes I could enjoy sweet slumber. But for now, the call of my overactive mind has taken over my will to sleep.  Here I am writing about "The Lack of Imagination". I write because I can excercise my power of expression thru writing about nothing. I will enjoy a good laugh today. I will read this later today and sing, "Where is my mind?...Where is my mind? Where...is...my...mind?."