back door open because i have been in the kitchen working on my book and i can't work if i am not smoking. that just wouldn't be cricket.

it's coming along nicely, though, it's weird working without having her, a whirlwind of paper, paint, adhesive and WhatNot, cranking out amazing pieces of Things across from me.

but it's good to work alone, too.

i am trying to be semi-neat about things and it's making it harder to work. and i need a bigger table.

and i went to Michael's tonight because it was the only store with paints and such open at 730pm. i got more paint and even though i got some sort of medium, i am not sure it's the right stuff, it's not working the same as the stuff she has. i'll have to go to the regular art place tomorrow and get that stuff.

and i need a couple of brushes.

and i lost like half of the stuff i was collecting for collages, all my paper swatches are gone, almost all my stamps, my inks, my secret stash of g2's and like half the things i've cut/torn/stolen out of books and magazines. so i am starting almost from square one.

i am so pissed off about this. moving sucks, you lose some of your favorite things.

bah, nothing i can do about it now. i have been tearing up old books and magazines, working with what i have left from before, the meager amount that it is.

i have finished three more pages, the first half of the book is done, save for the inside cover. i am hesitant to really clean anything up even though the landlord is coming tomorrow and wants to "look around the house". i think she just wants to make sure we're not destroying the place. we're her first tenants and she's a total freak.

seriously, i hate that bitch.