sprite

Today, I babysat Nicolette. She took good naps, which is cool because she wakes up happy.

I've also been thinking about how "blogs" became one-line "statuses," and that eventually just became "tweets". Because what if all I have to say is one thing? Not nothing, not a paragraph? Then of course you used to have those wise guys who'd complain "I don't care that you brushed your teeth! I don't care about your everyday life!" and stuff. But now that actually kind of just sounds nice. I'd be happy to find out that my friends are brushing their teeth or not brushing their teeth. I mean. As a concept.

After I drew this one, I realized how much sketchbook real estate it took just to make myself feel like I drew something that day. Of course, a sketchbook is whatever you want it to be, that's the whole thing. In high school they made us do daily prompts in our sketchbooks, now that I think of it. I was really hyped on this one thing I did where I basically filled the page with "dots" from dipping my pencil eraser in, I think, primary colored paints. Evenly spaced out-- rows and columns. But also, I think the whole point is to kind of "get started" and inspire you to make something else, like you were "prepping" the page to be drawn on or something. Or am I misunderstanding that? Was the goal to kind of just make "something"? I think it was the former. That said, why would I want to draw over that? Those dots were the art.

I took a nap, somehow. Babysitting means waking up early. I work Saturday nights and it takes me a moment to fall asleep. I wasn't noticeably tired all day but then I kinda just crashed once my sister got back home. It's necessary, though. I forgot why I brought up the nap. It's like you spend your youth wondering why you don't take naps like other people do, and then when you finally accept that you can't really take naps, that's when your body decides to let you start taking naps. It's always been this kind of situation, though, Misplaced sleep. When I think of it, I try to value sleep. To reduce body aches and fatigue. Noticing that I must be tired when I start worrying if everyone's mad at me. No one's mad at me! ...right?