The new schedule on the driving gig has put me in a spot. I keep finding myself clawing at the walls of my mind to get out. In reality, out of the house. A diner, a bar, a park, the beach, anything away from home where I can sketch and draw.
What makes this even weirder is I’m trying a new diet. I’m eating normally, but I’m only drinking water. Sounded fine until I realized that most of my outside activities are beverage-centric. Coffee shops, breweries, and bars do not take kindly to guys ordering water. It’s also fucking with my head. I’d love to ride down to Dog Haus to eat, but most of my drawing stuff right now is a little too hard for drawing in public.
When you’re just drinking water, food also tastes different. That awesome fast fatty food doesn’t taste so great with just water. It’s days like this I miss living around the corner from Fantasy Makers. I had a spare key and would hang out in the kitchen, help out here and there and draw.
So I’m kinda cooped up here for the day until things start cooking this evening. There’s still plenty to do here today, I just kinda need my happy fix.