I finished my Harpo Marx book. I’m down. The fact that I devoured the 482-page book means how much I loved it. Every spare moment I had I put into that book, and now I’m sitting here wondering what to do next. I’m a slow reader some times, but when I really like a book or a series I’ll tear through them as quickly as possible. That’s what I did with Harpo and now I’m sitting here feeling like I’m missing an old friend.
I’m tired, hungry too. Waiting to hear from a friend then to see what we’re going to do for dinner. I spent most of the day doing this and that, editing the bulk of what I had left to edit and putting it to DVD. I have another stack in front of me and I’m sort of amazed that I got so much done today without doing anything really. Cut this here, save that there, burn. For most of the hours I patiently read my book while the machine handles the rest. I could get used to that.
I have two more dvds to go. I’m hoping that I can get them done tonight. That’ll get me down though, I’ll have finished this huge stack of projects that I had to do on my own and I’ll be puttering around again. I’ve yet to find inspiration to write strips yet; I really don’t know where that will come from, but right now my only source of inspiration is my tummy and my tummy says “feed me.”
So I’m off in search of pringles. Dammit. I’m a slave to Mr. Pringle. He’s an evil demonic force in the universe.
Honest.
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