“Outside there's rain. My feet are cold, and I am sleepy. My living room is a mess of crusty, unusable brushes, jewel cases, and paint-splattered newspaper. An especially aggressive shade of mandarin orange, recently applied, covers some walls but not others, and all of my ugly furniture is crowded into a small space in the center of the room.
Nevertheless, I'm relaxed to the point of guilt. I don”
