day two of blake's recovery

It was hard to get up this morning. It was also hard to get myself into gear because i felt very worn out but eventually i did it and i think the only person who really noticed was Joanne who laughed at me and said 'you are an idiot Blake, but you are a good one. I'm stealing your guitar for the day.'

Painting today cheered me up though. I was listening to Feeder most of the day, and it made me a happy little painter Blake. It was like i was in my own little universe where i got to turn a white world into a red world to the soundtrack of songs like 'Buck Rogers' and 'Satellite News' and 'Love Pollution'

JJ said to me today that i should watch myself in the future, because although Mr Rickson is a cool cat with a cool way of seeing the world and maybe too much money in those all too deep pockets of his, he rides with business types that are not really business types but sharks in shallow waters preying on little fish and stupid children.

He told me to watch out for some people but i was so tired i forgot their names already. Also though, it is partially JJ's fault for putting on cool jazz music and making me quite possibly the world's greatest coffee ever. I don't know what it was but i could hardly concentrate on anything else while i was drinking it.

JJ is a skilled coffee artist. I'm not sure what else to call him, but that seems right enough.

John was very happy that everything went well for me and we sat around again drinking beers for a little while. He said 'Blake you have no idea how fantastic this is. Really! It's just great, superb, excellent! I am so happy i could give you my daughter's hand in marriage!!!' and then he took a sip of beer and said all serious like 'But really Blake you touch her and i will take your eyes.'

Joanne is getting really good on the guitar. I heard her singing and i thought it sounded really nice and so i told her that and she said 'WHAT!? You heard that?!' and i said yes so she made me promise not to tell anyone because of how embarassed she would become.

Tomorrow will hopefully be another quiet day in which i will paint, eat, and find a new book to read.

Does anyone have any cool recommendations again?

Blake out.