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— Christopher B Wood (@chrisbwood) March 14, 2015
spotted: my bald head, back and to the left in Austin
My candid bald spot makes an appearance at Ancien Cycles in Chicago supporting Pegasus Theatre.
I think I misunderstood the assignment.
1. Bing Maps is terrible.
2. Check back here someday, in case you’ve been digitally immortalized.
Quite sad, I say. Quite sad. I’ve been sitting on some blog ideas for months without ever getting around to writing them, strangely. I am missing my carefree deadjournal/livejournal/actualjournal days.
I guess part of being an adult is being embarrassed about the prospect of my every thought being available for public web consumption, but let’s be honest.
That being said, I think I can let the word vomit flow once more. I know I should really just use an actual pen and paper journal, but I have a bad habit of mixing sketchbooks and journals together in a very disorganized, messy fashion. Also, it does not take very long at all for my wrists to start hurting. How depressing is that? Even my body doesn’t want me writing or drawing for extended periods.
I’m seriously considering buying a condo, or else having a heart attack before age 30. I’m not sure how good of an idea it is to buy a condo that’s smaller than my current apartment and will cost 1.5 times my current rent. At least it’s forced savings? And the property value may go up since I’m looking at a place along Chicago’s somewhat-soon-to-be-opened Bloomingdale Trail? or should I say the 606? Both!
My chest feels kinda tight and gurgly. I think I’ve had too much caffeine today, which is impossible because there’s no such thing as too much caffeine.
Let’s see, here are some ideas I have currently:
My apartment building is a disaster. We’ve been living there too long. Time to move on. In everything! Let it go, let it goooooo. I should probably film myself in full drag doing a cover of Let It Go before it’s too late, right?
I’ve started sending some of my babies out to live on their own.
I ironed my pants, I’m wearing a belt, my shirt is tucked in, I’m eating oatmeal from a styrofoam cup, I’m on hotel wi-fi sending work emails, and I’m calling coworkers to annoy them before 10am. Being an adult is the worst.
I think I’ll go stand in line for a few hours to hopefully see grumpy cat and take a selfie on a wrecking ball to make up for this morning.