Day 0347

Showed a photo of last night's portrait to a friend, who askes the hated question, "is that you?". I still can't do this! Why am I trying so hard to do something I'm no good at?

Idled in town waiting to be called upon. I'm always the passive one, maximally available, flexible, toelrant. And so I always wait, get mucked around, expect too much. Ridiculous and self-defeating. When I'm not free, when I leave early, then I'm in demand!