Nov 10, 2008
I have the blahs . . .
(notice I am playing blah, sleepy like music today too)
I'm alive but still in my jammies (not my sailor suit) and lovely bed hair at 4 in the afternoon - researched on the net all day, can't muster up enthusiasm for anything else. My desk is completely cleaned off - not a good thing. Ideas galore floating around in my head (kind of overwhelmed by them actually), lots of pix to take for the etsy store - at least know what I'm putting in there to start so should still open by Thanksgiving (though with this economy it is just like me to open a store for frivolous unnecessary items no one has money to buy). I'm scared to actually open as a matter of fact - don't know a thing about the business paperwork side of this. Anyway, just can't do anything that requires getting something out and using it. What's that about? I even got a cool pile of receipts/ephemera from the 40's and 50's at the Rose Bowl flea market yesterday and have no desire to look through or sort them today - that's unusual for me, usually have it sorted in the car on the way home (even though it is only 2 miles away) I'm just plain ol' blah today. Hope hubby brings me a big icey soda fountain coke home - that will help.
I'm going to the beach tomorrow to look for sea glass (maybe in my sailor suit) - one of my favorite things to do. Maybe that will give me some energy for the rest of the week.