*Disclaimer: This is going to be a full on whine. There may be profanity. I may be pathetic. This may make no sense. Consider yourself fairly warned.

Maybe it was the bad night’s sleep. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m sick, again. Maybe it was waking up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain from my stomach for no apparent reason whatsoever.

Who knows.

But right now, all I wanna do is stomp my feet, whine and generally act like I’m a toddler having a temper tantrum.

It’s a bunch of things

It feels like an accumulation of a bunch of different frustrations and disappointments – big ones and small ones. There’s not really one thing that stands out as being “Oh my god this is it, this is the thing that’s driving me nuts”. It’s more like, oh my god will everyone just go away for two seconds?!

Don’t worry, I don’t mean any of you. I love all of you. It’s more like a general thing.

Things hurting

I cannot believe that I’m sick again. I’ve got a sinus headache from here to Timbuktu. My neck is killing me and I have no idea why. My stomach feels unsettled. I’m tired.

All of this is contributing to make me cranky. Oh yeah, and I can’t breathe. Which is really the fastest way to annoy the crap out of me.

I just have too much art

So aside from bringing most of my art up from the basement last week in preparation for the renovations, I also had to go pick up a whole whack of my art from Niagara Falls. Ten pieces in fact. Which means that how much space is there in my room?

None. That’s how much. You people had better start buying my art, or I’m going to have to sleep in a tent. (Just kidding At least about the buying bit. Maybe not about the tent bit.)

I am full to the brim. I’ve hung most of it on the walls, and there are canvasses stacked in every nook and cranny (thanks to the mad organizational skills of my boyfriend.) To make matters worse, I found my portfolio bag in the final clearing out of the basement yesterday. The thing weighed something like nine billion pounds, and I was fairly certain that there was actually a dead body in it.

Oh no, it was just full of more art. More art that I had to find a home for. Some of it was old school projects and they’ve just been tossed – if I don’t care about it, or feel emotionally attached to it, then it means it’s not a work that’s true to me. Quite a culling happened.

But I’m still left with a whole shit load of artwork sitting around. It’s getting a little claustrophobic.

Oh, for a schedule of my own

Right now, I do all of my web design and blogging etc on the family computer. Which means that I’m limited by time frames – after 1:30pm, this puppy ain’t mine anymore. This is a tiny bit frustrating, in that ideally, I would paint in the morning and do computer work in the afternoon when physically I’m more tired. Right now, it’s the opposite – I’m trying to paint in the afternoon/evenings when I’m more tired and less inclined to be creative or even mildly intelligent. (If you ever meet my boyfriend and want a good laugh, ask him about “The Rules of Life”.)

It’s reached the point where I need my own computer. Especially when I move out in 3 months – then my want will quickly turn into a need. I’d rather get the expense out of the way with now, rather than when I suddenly have a whole set of new expenses like rent, food and utilities. I don’t have the cash on hand right now, but I know I will soon. Still, it’s nerve wracking and I know nothing about computers, so really, it’s just not fun.

(Notice that I have a need for cash, and a whole lot of art to sell? Why do I feel like I’m leaving money on the table somewhere?)

I think I’ve whined my way out of whinyness

Oddly enough, I feel a little bit better after ranting about all of this. While writing it all out, some solutions came to me – I’m definitely going to be having that art garage sale soon (and don’t worry, it’s going to be an online-only garage sale. I may even let you bargain with me).

And just a quickie reminder – you still have a couple weeks to sign up for my mailing list to be entered to win a free print for Mother’s Day!

I’m going to go eat some cookies. Maybe nap. Hopefully that will restore me to my usual chipper self.