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     I was awake until 3 am last night painting a version of a drawing I did while I had insomnia years ago. I am really pleased how it turned out. It was  my first serious use of acrylic paint which has many advantages over oils. The largest advantage is the drying period is only an hour or so.  I didn't have to wait to add colors or worry about smearing my arm across the canvas.  Also, the canvas is now completely dry, no drying period of up to six weeks depending upon the thickness of the paint. The thing I missed the most about oils was the smell. Acrylics have no friendly smell. They, in fact, have pretty much NO smell.  But I am pleased with the result.  However, I do not want to sell or give away this painting. I want to keep it. Sigh.  I need to paint something I don't like and see if anyone else likes it so I can sell it. Silly me.
  
     I think my friend Ruth and I need to find a House Elf  to time-share.  I should clean cobwebs off the walls and ceiling fans, and sweep floors and all manner of things I have no intention of doing today.  This is where a House Elf would come in handy.  Also, for folding the heaps of laundry that live pretty much permanently on top of my dryer.  Oh well. If you can't deal with a moderately messy house then you don't need to come to my house, I suppose.  (Ruth, can you spawn a magical House Elf?)

      Pointless store meeting last night. Pointless.  The Fearless Leader says "We are going to be busy for the Holiday Season, blah blah blah, mmmmkay.."   The Poodle says "Feeds...they are tasty for animals...any questions?"  Spurr Girl says "Welders. We have them" Or that's what I got out of the stuff she said.  And Jason didn't get to teach heating because the Fearless Leader blathered on for over an hour about the Holiday Season, and how Big Brother is ever more present in our computer system, and how none of us can remember the mission statement and values. I, after working for the Nazis for 4 years couldn't give a fuck about the mission statement or values.  I have my own ethics and so far, so good. Fuck you Tennessee Nazis!  If you pay me $15 an hour I will learn the fucking mission statement verbatim. Pay me enough to live on and you might be amazed at the results.  I guarantee I'm not the only one who would care more.