Maybe writing is helping me because today I exercised and painted.  I hate to exercise; really, really hate it.  The painting went fine, but I can see that this studio isn't going to work very well.  The light is crap and there's not enough room.  I finally really miss something about Eugene: my studio. 

So, today I didn't waste too much time. 

I don't believe in an afterlife.  I believe this is it and I don't want to look back and my life and regret that I didn't do the things I could.