i woke up this morning in the midst of a very strange dream. there was a lot going on; my father and his entire side of the family, including my dead grandmother (who wasn’t dead in the dream), made an appearance; i wandered around a shopping mall trying to find stephanie and my purse– since i was on a road trip, of course stephanie was with me; and the absolute worst part, i think the part that woke me up, was that i realized i had gotten several large, very bad tattoos. i woke up wondering how much tattoo removal costs, and whether it really works. i also had thoughts of designing a very SMALL tattoo myself, something i would really like. but i probably won’t follow up on that…
anyway, yesterday afternoon i went over to christa and ray’s to help get christa’s bedroom painted. joe came over to help too; he’d never painted before. i did a lot of the cutting in, including all of the ceiling. i didn’t use tape, just did it freehand with a nice brush that christa had. i was pretty pleased, and christa said she thought it was my best edge work to date.