The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore.
I am a visual artist and writer living in Baltimore. I don't have any artist friends. Frankly, artists scare me, there so darn flaky. The above picture is either of me or proof that I'm a pretty decent artist. My goal is to be a self sufficient artist, whereas I wouldn't have to do something else in the day in order to eke out an existence. I also like to attend various cultural events around town. I go to plays, the symphony, etc. Also, I have Asperger's Syndrome. I found this out recently and it has explained a heck of a lot as to why I am as I am.
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
NO OVERTIMEAgain, this Saturday, no overtime was offered at work. I spent the day grocery shopping and visiting my father.
I remembered to make a stop at Dunkin Donuts to pick up his favourite donut, a Boston Creme Donut. He told me he was not feeling too well. Hopefully the donut will raise his spirits a little. His breathing seems very labored. I hope he feels better tomorrow.
I bought a bucket of KFC chicken at the store on Fayette Street. I usually buy a bucket of chicken and side orders for my family to eat when I come over to visit on Saturday. Today, the store was a little crowded. I think it may have been because there was a baseball game today. They even ran out of chicken. It must have been seriously busy in the store for them to run out of chicken. Because of this I had to wait a little before my order was ready.
Oh, earlier in the day I bought my father a telephone book because he often forgets or looses phone numbers because they are all on various scraps of paper. I also bought my sister some Dove soap because she had called me up earlier today to ask if I would pick some up for her. When I got over the house she had already bought herself some soap as well as other things from the store.
While visiting my father I also played with my grandniece, Shay who is seven. We played the Disney Edition of a game called, Guess Who. Then a little later she shanghighed me into playing school with her. While playing I learned that she got a Birthday card from her teacher for September 27th. She showed it to me. Her birthday is in April. I do not understand why her teacher gave her a birthday card when her birthday is in April not September. Oh, well,.... Not my kid, Not my problem....
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