I dreamed there was a small Robotnik dancing the can-can in my kitchen sink. I dropped a coffee cup on it & smashed it flat & lifeless. It was a very rewarding dream.
Discovery (or decision): If you've got a favorite color combination, use
it in painting after painting. I used to be afraid of that.
I'm miffed that nowadays "Underground Comics" means "Adolescent Porno Comics". What about social criticism, etc.?
Hollywood Blvd. on a Saturday night=Hell. Even with directions (which I
have to sneak looks at in a notebook in the right seat), I always get
lost. The lack of clearly numbered buildings makes it worse. I prayed to find my way (and ended up on a different,
follow-my-nose route), prayed to find a parking space, and prayed to
find my (lost) way back to the comfy old Valley. Seems like God, or
whatever, was with me tonight. I had a good time at my destination, but
getting there...it's Hell.
I am now 2-4 pounds below what my doctor wants, even though I ate pecan pie yesterday. Go figure my figure.