Let's Make Something to Do and Remember

I’ve been trying to think of any possible excuse/justification I could come up with to take off work tomorrow. Why, you might ask? Because I feel like it.

I have an idea for tonight. I want to go somewhere, take pictures. Maybe Wallace Lake (as in the actual swamp) or the dam. At night time. In garb. Bare feet. What have you. Suffer a little for the sake of art and creating it. What a martyr. (No, but it really will be cold). Or I want to start a fire on the riverfront and paint myself like an Indian, play with fire.

I want to explore.

I want to play Twister with real paint on the board. I want to ruin my clothes. I want paint in between my toes.

I want to stay up until the sunrise.

And then I want to sleep in an old, forgotten field. I know just the one.

I promise I’ll apply for jobs tomorrow if I can just be off so that I can live a little tonight.

I feel creative juices flowing.

And unfortunately, I feel trapped in a place where I can only write about them.

Here's to trying.

And here's to an $1100 outfit. Why, oh why? I know not.