Lethargy

It's not really lethargy. My sister thought of a word that comes closer, but I can't remember what it is.

I could easily play mindless computer games while eating holiday sweeties out of nearby tins ALL DAY. I would rather not face dusk having done that.

So I started in on a cupboard downstairs which stores my art/craft supplies. Here is something: polymer clay. No. I have only made 2 things I like. I have acrylic rollers, a pasta machine, god knows how many little tidbits of leftover clay, molds, extruders and all kinds of crap. It is taking up two baskets in the cupboard, and it's a pain in the ass. I need to get rid of it at the free-for-all at next Saturday's art club.

Here's something else: encaustic. REALLY love the look. Bought a bunch of stuff to start, hardheartedly. Maybe I won't get rid of it just yet.

I have two big bags of papier mache pulp. I can easily see using that with Miss Rose. I also have a paper-making screen, a wood-burning kit, really big salvaged stencils of ancient Greek soldiers (?what the...?) and, um, let's see ALL KINDS OF OTHER CRAP THAT OWNS ME.

I won't promise to get rid of all of it, but I WILL unload that Sculpy stuff. FEMO. Whatever it is.