In which I make an ass of myself

I am so embarrassed.  I did something stupid that embarrassed me so much that I have to write about my feelings, but I can’t tell you what the thing was, because the thing was too embarrassing to tell you about.

I. am. MORTIFIED.

How could I have been so stupid?

I must save the internet from any random acts of stupidity that I might commit in the future!

I can’t be online!  I can’t answer email! I can’t tweet!  I can’t post on a blog!  I can’t research the life of Clyfford Still!

And I can’t fucking paint, either!

 

Goddamn me.

The view from my balcony #18: A weird morning

It’s a clear cold morning.  The wind is howling outside.  I can hear the faint deranged barking of my landlady’s dog.   There are no clouds in the sky, but it feels like some kind of storm is coming.

The view from my balcony looking slightly toward the north

And because Google searchers are desperate to know more about “exiled chickens”, here is the view out my OTHER window (after the jump).