A list:

Wearing: Black button down shirt, black tank top, olive skirt with sumi-style flowers on it, charcoal leggings, black boots.
Ear cuff. Necklace made of freshwater pearls I scavenged from another necklace. Hair in a tail, with small braids here and there. Rhinestone watch, small silver ring.

Drinking: coffee cut with cold water so I can chug it.

Admiring: A catalog another musuem sent us with a picture of an Imperial screen with the goddess Amaterasu on it. Wowwwww...

Thinking: Of work today, of the not-quite finished painting at home, of when to weasel some more time off. Ahhhhhh...

Grateful: That I'm not all itchy like yesterday from my sunburn. (It's not even that bad a sunburn, sheesh.)

Wondering: How everyone else is lately....

Ode to a tiny cinnamon roll....

Oh, little roll
with browny stuff,
I ate just one,
it weren't enough.
So sad to tell,
you sure were swell;
now I've got dibs
on all your sibs
And they'll be gone,
and I'll be full;
Rollish carnage,
how horrible....

*gulp*

Why are there a bunch of YM magazines in the breakroom?

Of course I paged through them...whoa...I could feel the brain cells die one by one, and the perfume made me sneeze.
There were a couple of different kinds, and yet the layouts were *exactly* the same. I tried the "are you too sensitive" test on Rob the Lemur Boy, with questions like;
"Everyone's invited to a hot party but you. What do you do?"
a: write in your journal for 10 pages about it.
b: shrug and go on with your life.
c: Give the hostess mean looks forever after.

We voted D: Crash through the picture window with a monster truck full of drunk Bikini Kill fans and agressively redecorate the place with spray paint and Sharpie markers...

Apparently we're not that sensitive. Who knew?

Sharpies to the rescue!!!

I've been touching up my jacket with a big fat Sharpie marker to re-emphasize some of the lines around the geisha.
(For those of you playing the home game,I painted an 18th century Japanese woodcut on the back of an old motorcycle jacket.)

The jacket gives people mixed messages. Some people give me crap about it. It's really funny if I ride the bus with it and all of a sudden the little old ladies don't sit by me. Many guys automatically assume a boyfriend gave it to me.
(If they're being creepy I use this to my advantage.) The painting on the back throws many folks even more, I can see the morph between "tough" and "weird" as it happens.

It's just a jacket, people....I don't point and laugh at your Tommy Hilfiger stuff...although I probably should...