Today my cousins and I decorated gingerbread men and I put together the sides of the gingerbread house:
It’s 6 a.m. and I still can’t sleep, even after lying in bed for hours. I may go and walk around Manhattan in the wee hours of the morning. But probably not, since it’s bitter cold. Also, my cousin should be awake soon.
I want to go to the gym, but the one at my college is closed and it would probably be very expensive to re-join the gym across the street just for one month (classes start again the 19th).
I also need to change my sleep schedule. It’s absolutely ass-backwards. I think I’m going to stay up today. Maybe paint. Something like that. My wrists are killing me, so I can’t really type. I don’t know what to do ever since it snowed. The outside is like an alien realm. I need to conquer the snow.
I need to do something different today, I’m falling into this habit of endless work. The new site is nearly complete, but I’m running out of creative steam. I need some change of scenery.
Marvin left for LA on Sunday, so I don’t have a Jersey BFF any more.
I only know a few of the bands with upcoming shows. I think the solution to my doldrums is to finish my two half-done paintings. And if that doesn’t work, to go wander around in the city for a while. Maybe go see a movie. I’m going to go upstairs and make some tea.