Back in The Groove

my very second instagrammy photo thingamajig

Yesterday I spent the day finishing up a vinyl record order, unfortunately it's a secret and a gift so until the guy gets it I'm not allowed to blast it to the public. However a select few in my illuminati were exposed to it yesterday and it garnered another order. Ding! I feel like I'm immediately back in my groove,my freelancing groove. Primered more records for todays work, a Hans Solo record which should be fun. Also organized my paint (see above)...well, that's a real half ass way to organize paint but it's better than it was ALL tossed together in a deep basket so I had to dig and didn't know what colors I had. I found many dead paint tube carcasses up in that thing. DRIED, EMPTY TUBES!!! An unorganized paint box leads to stupid things like buying 4 tubes of Burnt Sienna. If anyone has a better solution than using the lids to baking pans to organize my colors please pass it on. I need visibility and for it to not take up too much space. Then I messed around with my cellphone which is still a mystery to me. Why does this thing run out of storage space if I so much as look at it? I figured out some cache clearing stuff and was able to put a few apps on it. Instagram and Pandora. We'll see if I can get my Square app on it today, got that thing in the mail and promptly forgot about it. Curious to see if it works. If you don't know what a Square is, check it out it's pretty neat. It's not a cigarette! So in a nutshell -trying to organize and learn some new technology to make life easier. Today I make my life harder, I go to Piyo and kill my abs. Have an awesome day out there!

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