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feeling: sweaty
listening to: Maou BGMs stuck in my head
Been thinking lately that I should keep a college-rule notebook around to make into a sort of daily diary/journal thing. Not because I want to make all my blogging completely private or anything - I don't even have any idea what I would come up with to write in it - but just because lately, on the rare occasions that I do pick up a pen or pencil and have to write/draw stuff, I can actually feel the weakness in my hand compared to, say, when I was in college and wrote miles of notes and papers and stuff every day. I can also feel my lexicon of English vocabulary deteriorating... blogging more would probably help that to some extent, but yeah, the weakness of my writing hand strikes me more, I guess. And I figure forcing myself to write something every day - a diary entry, a vignette, a poem, a kanji exercise, whatever - might help both at once.
I think this hand weakness really hit me a few days ago when I actually did an art project for the first time in years. >.> Nothing major, even - just drew, inked, and colored some puppy paw prints on stationery for a 10 year old kid's gift - but after about an hour (yes, it took me that long to draw a couple dozen paw prints... I'm the slowest artist ever) of drawing, my hand ACHED. And let's not even think about the times when I have to make huge poster-sized sheet music for the children's handbell choir that I've been put in charge of for some mysterious reason. Last time I did that my entire arm hurt for days. I used to call myself an artist... not to mention spent hours every day furiously taking notes in various university classes... seriously, aging is a vicious process (and going sedentary doesn't help either, I'm sure).
Anyway... also seriously considering doing my best impression of a gullible American idiot and signing up with this travel agency-ish site that's holding a contest where a few winners are awarded a trip to Japan. 'Cause yeah, what are my chances of ever getting there otherwise if it's not handed to me on a silver platter, right?
I wish I was tired enough to go to bed... *ponders something to read until sleepiness hits*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 10/08/2009 03:55:00 AM
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