Just don't want to try anymore.
Currently still in bed. It's fucking 1600 in the afternoon. Just now eating my first salted dish/meal of the day and feeling slightly warmer, tad less sluggish.
I hate starting all over. I hate new beginnings. I feel like the umpteenth time around isn't as good as the first.
Just don't want to try anymore. Currently still in bed. It's fucking 1600 in the afternoon. Just now eating my first salted dish/meal of the day and feeling slightly warmer, tad less sluggish. It’s been about 10 months since I’ve been living without home WiFi. My carrier was giving out free data with COVID on the loose so I wanted to cut bills. Currently, I use my phone to tether—but connection is never stable and there’s a 50 gb cap on the LTE per month even with an unlimited plan.
To get anything done after a couple weeks into each month, I have to find a library or use the New York City’s Transit Wireless, found at your nearest subway station. Unfortunately the station is closed from 1-5 AM each morning. Closed to public yet open to homeless bums.. Cops roam the area looking for civilians to “protect” and kick out. They don’t even care that I have no WiFi at my apartment. Life’s just been real shitty. Hope it gets better soon. Really satisfied with how my arm is going. It’s been so long since I did any work that parts have dried and broken off. While in other instances, the clay becomes too soggy to maintain form when I spray a bone dry appendage down to rework.
Made sort of an armature with that useless spray bottle with the non-working nozzle removed. I woke up around 6 this the morning with a sudden urge to finish that arm.
Didn't end up doing anything appendage related but I did clean her out–all the clay boogers and badly packed clay in the interior, that is. I reckoned if I didn’t do the painstaking work now, the piece would probably fall apart later. I did a lot of reconstruction today. Chopped off her legs since they've become cumbersome. She needs to be built the exact same way human machine was: torso/back, appendages, then face.
After over a week of soaking, the clay is old, soft, and ripping at junctions. What a mess. Almost want to wad the whole thing up and start all over Shit’s just not packed as tightly as new clay would be. |
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