See You Next Tuesday.

I'm on vacation, so today was a relaxing start, sort of.  Sometimes I don't know what's more harsh: my mind or the real events of the world.  I have to live with both.  I took the train into town and saw the Institute of Contemporary Art.  It was smaller and took less time than I thought it would to walk through, but it was fabulous.  There was an artist featured there, Dana Schultz, who had this amazing painting 'Shame.'  I must've looked at it ten times.  I opted to shut my phone off and not take photos.  It was a break from the phone sort of day. 

I am still growing this unhealthy obsession with Tom Petty.  Currently, I'm listening to 'Here Comes My Girl' and just thinking it must be so nice to feel that way about someone, and have no doubts.  Each time I start to believe romantic feelings, thoughts, and inspirations can be true, signs seem to dictate otherwise. 

I wish I could take my pumpkin picking partner to see Dana Schultz's 'Shame.' If this was a Tom Petty song, I wouldn't have to wish as even the losers get lucky sometimes. 

Things like this just seem too good to be true, don't they?  Maybe I'm cynical or an asshole now.  Jesus, what a beautiful, romantic tune.  I said it before, it's his love song to the world.  How nice he left us with something because I didn't get to see him in concert, nor did I get to have sex with him.     

Wildflowers for you, Tom.  Rest in peace. 

I recently started smoking pot to relax and sleep better.  It's helped.  I felt lately like I'm in this rut, this rat race of working and an endless commute.  I do really enjoy what I do, but the days have been merging together and suddenly I'm a year older and it's all the same.  Life is so fleeting.  

At any rate, I got stoned and painted this.  I also had this manic energy.  I wasn't exactly angry, but I was feeling not happy.  I can't tell if it's garbage.  I believe I texted my friend while I was stoned and referred to it as "muff cabbage."