Ambien night

From time to time I am able to escape this prison of perpetual pain and flesh where I know I'll never be thin enough, strong enough, pretty enough, fit enough, not crippled enough to be good enough for most people no matter how hard I push myself and battle the inevitable. I have to take ambien to sleep and it messes me up, to put it gently. It sends me flyyying but when I create art on it before bed, I don't have all the meticulous restraints that are normally in place in my mind. I can just create with no thoughts of technique or accuracy
Tonight, once the despair of the day lifted and the synthetic euphoria kicked in, I painted a bit. Is it art? Meh, it felt good to get it out.

Yeah, still under the effects of the drug, of course.





Now it's time to hopefully pass out for a few hours. Ranch tomorrow, let's hope.