For the last few days I have had a cold sore on the corner of my mouth. When it first developed, I was surpised to see it – I’ve never had a cold sore before, and don’t they recur in certain people, in the same place, under times of stress? So I was surprised to have suddenly developed one at age 26, but I got over it and I stuck to my usual routine of applying Chapstick™ all day, only now I made a point to coat the sore too. I figured, hey, it’s waxy and mild – it’ll heal the thing.

Today I woke up and discovered that my little rogue cold sore was actually a zit just waiting for the right moment. A zit that had been living off a Chapstick™ diet for three days. Not pretty.

For a Color Drawing class I am taking, we have an “experimental techniques with water based-media” project due tomorrow. I am blowing up tons of colorful balloons and painting vivid abstract designs on them, and then I’m going to install them into a small empty room so that you enter and are forced to walk through the room through a path left in all the balloons hanging from the ceiling. (If there was ever a sentence crying out to be edited, it was that one, but I am too tired.) And I’ll have the lights out but some kind of weird spotlights going on, and each person will have to walk through one at a time, with a flashlight, so they can look at the details on the balloons. Maybe I’ll play a pleasant song to accompany the experience. So, that’s what I’ll be working on today.

I hope it works – I’ve pretty much cleaned Savannah out of balloons.