This morning I wrote a list; black on cream paper, my neatest writing. Self portrait, surrealism, photographs and notes, textiles, paint a still-life, and finish a crumpled paint chart. My photographs didn't print and my shoe gave me a blister. I drew girl-doll faces on doilies, then ate five sour lollies and my mouth began to bleed. I drank several cups of tea and sewed the word "selfish" to a hankerchief. I wished I was 5'10'', blonde, and living in New York. I wrote a blog post, read the blog post then threw up into my own scorn.