Lately, it seems all that I want is an IV of red wine. I haven’t decided yet if that’s a good thing or bad thing, especially since I have very little to complain, contemplate or speak poorly of. I’m going to take it as a good thing - because it makes me feel more adult and maybe one day I’ll stop ordering PBR. (but not really though)
In other news, I took my first venture to Netherworld last Sunday evening with some friends. I don’t do scary in any way, shape or form, but was dragged along anyway. I’m proud of myself for going, but I’m also pretty sure I developed some sort of heart condition since it took me an hour to calm down and be able to breathe again. Did I mention I don’t do scary, haunted, spooky, etc? I’m not sure I’ll ever go back, but I did get a great laugh a few times. And I learned to not duck or run, or look at anyone in the eye - they WILL chase you. I’m giving myself the creeps just reliving it.
“All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.” -Otto Dix