Morning

Woke up with the old Icehouse song "Man of Colours" running through my head. Man, I need to listen to that album today..

He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox
I keep your face in these picture frames
and when I speak to this faded canvas
it tells me
I have no need for words anyway..."

And this combined with seeing eBay ads by gurdonark and verian reminds me of a former housemate, an artist who used to make good money creating paintings by a variety of different "artists" with whatever names he thought appropriate to each painting and selling them online. He said the paintings he liked best were often the ones that sold for the lowest prices, while the ones he'd dash off in a fraction of an hour would get him gobs of cash. Somehow the fact that he could get paid so well for something that came so easily didn't stop him from moving out in the middle of a day trying to evade paying rent and utilities he owed.

Sunshine this morning, thunderstorms likely.
Pain slightly less than yesterday.
Breakfast required.

Now it's "The Kingdom" running through my brain:

I know a place where I keep the best of things
I'm not gonna wait for my piece of heaven
where there's a road, it leads to the promised land
I just turn the key, the key to the kingdom

Did I say "less pain"?

Forget that.

Ow.

I'm gonna spend the rest of the day in bed, only taking breaks to eat something or switch to a different CD.

::whimper::