It's 3am. I can't sleep. Pain. Itchiness from panadiene forte and endone. The itch is driving me insane. The pain is just....bleh. It's been there all day. Shifting from pelvic to flank to lef illiac fossa. I started keeping a diary of the pain and its precursors. I nearly laughed myself as I read over the notes. How can any doctor take me seriously??! I miss work. This is pretty crazy, when you think about it. I've managed to work just... 3 months this year? How pathetic is that? But I miss it. I miss having purpose in life. I did some painting today. Just fixing up ugly paintings that have been bugging me all year. I don't quite know what to do with them next, but they've definitely improved so far. I want to get back to my nudes. I like the human body. And it sells, which is a bonus. I made $3700 at the start of this year. That kind of money could really be quite useful right about now. Christmas and all that. I'm thinking of making a lot of Christmas presents this year. Jewellery. Photo collages. Etc. Any ideas welcome. The kittens continue to grow exponentially. They're going to be MASSIVE cats. Spencer is such a sook and a little charmer. I love the way he rolls over onto his back on your feet, looking up at you begging for a scratch on his belly. He has such sad eyes. He so knows how to manipulate you. Lahni remains little miss independent - exploring and climbing without worrying about her brother. He gets upset if he can't find her but she just looks down upon him with disinterest. She's a strong little girl. You go girl. The sleepiness is starting to set in. Maybe I should make the most of it and go lie down. Except now I'm in a writing mood. Maybe I'll head over and do some lj icons.
