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For the first time I called out sick at work. It's just my infected toe is blue, I'm walking around like a freak, and in and out the pain revisits me. Besides, it is raining and I'm a painter. In between ice-pack suffering on my ass in a chair I managed to paint for small intervals. I am die-hard. It's what I do. It's all I want to do. It's all I have to do. I am good. I am really good. Finally resolved The Convalescent, a painting of Renata which I'll give a new name. I'm making it grand for her, bitch. I am easily exhausted by everything but making art. I want to learn Piano, French, and fashion but I'd rather completely focus my energy on painting. I want to be a master.
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