I could be doing so many productive things...
I need to copy out what I have of the quartet into parts so they can read it whenever the meeting is (which is... when?) without crouching over one tiny piece of music.
I need to figure out what the heck I'm doing with that wacom Azhmet bathhouse scene on the imac, cause I just drew a much better one in my sketchbook (PERSPECTIVE! Victory!).
I need to get rid of all these weird little ideas in my head for the Ailurian story overhaul.
I need to transfer all my Word documents on the imac over here. And photoreferences.
I need to write all those ballad tunes for the Five (and a poem for one), the Songs To Be Sung By Oneself, and Res Mira.
I need to expand the dictionary.
I need to get the leather out and design a bag for this computer and its toys.
Instead, I'm going to sit here and daydream. Or maybe I will write whatever happened in the picture I just drew.
I need to copy out what I have of the quartet into parts so they can read it whenever the meeting is (which is... when?) without crouching over one tiny piece of music.
I need to figure out what the heck I'm doing with that wacom Azhmet bathhouse scene on the imac, cause I just drew a much better one in my sketchbook (PERSPECTIVE! Victory!).
I need to get rid of all these weird little ideas in my head for the Ailurian story overhaul.
I need to transfer all my Word documents on the imac over here. And photoreferences.
I need to write all those ballad tunes for the Five (and a poem for one), the Songs To Be Sung By Oneself, and Res Mira.
I need to expand the dictionary.
I need to get the leather out and design a bag for this computer and its toys.
Instead, I'm going to sit here and daydream. Or maybe I will write whatever happened in the picture I just drew.
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Yay bathhouse!