09/30/2018
I missed the Beach Show last Sunday, but I'm back again this week. Not that its bearing any fruit, but at least the scenery, the weather, and the parade of dogs is making my spirit feel a little less battered. Now that I'm back to work, it feels like sewing is going to suffer. If i were more stably employed, i would forgive the demands on my time. But, from a position of extreme precarity, i just resent the intrusion on my more creative and uplifting pursuits. We need to overthrow capitalism so that we all can carve out lives that make sense and increase happiness.