I'm addicted to owls.

I've been trying to draw an owl to go along with my updates about our-soon-to-be restaurant The Owl, but apparently my hand hasn't been connected to my brain. After several attempts that were fated to the trash bin this was the best I could come up with:

It's an owl. Sort of. That was a few days ago. I kinda like his eyes, but the rest of him needs a lot of help. He doesn't even have any feet! And are those feathers or a rockin' headband? I really need a non-track-pad method of drawing. Anyway...

I'm feeling super antsy (What does that mean? It makes me think about ants in pants. And that makes me think about pants on fire. And that makes me think about stop drop and roll. Rolly Polly. I used to play with rolly polly bugs aka pill bugs when I was little).

What was I talking about?...Oh yeah... I'm feeling super anxious to be done with work at The Bookstore so that I can really start getting stuff done for The Owl. Since I can't devote much time to Getting Stuff Done yet I've been soothing my nerves by buying any-and-every owl related item in sight. And some non-owl items that I've justified as "office supplies." Here's some of the owl items I got:

A pencil case, good for keeping a wide variety of small and/or rolly items; A giant eraser, good for mistakes made with a pencil; A hang-on-a-doorknob note pad, good for telling folks 'I'm busy interneting so don't bother me;' And metal owl bookends, which are in great need of some books to end.

This is Sebastian. He has a face, it's just hard to see in pictures. His eyes are very owlish, so it seemed appropriate to include him.

Here's some of my "office supplies:"

Those are Smencils. They are awesometastic. The highlighters are fruit scented, they are not as awesometastic as the Smencils, but they are still pretty yummy.

This giant pack is actually supposed to be for teachers to use in classrooms, but it was full of so much owly goodness that I couldn't resist it!

After posting all my fun photos I decided I'd try to draw my owl one more time, and this time I tried a less realistic approach. 

So she's blue and purple, but still only vaguely owl like. Oh well.

Reason I quit My Job #2

I'm awake right now. The sun is not. That's all the words my brain can handle this early. Here's a picture of some shapes: 

Others reasons why I quit my job include

Opening a restaurant!

This is from my husband's blog :)

abandonist: The Dewar: "Tomorrow I'm supposed to get in touch with someone we spoke to on the phone for a minute at the landlord's office. Apparently he can help us..."

EDIT: For some reason this little tiny post has gotten more attention than I expected so I thought I'd add a little something to spruce it up :)

This was one of the first stick people I drew with my mac. A lot of people seem to think the brown thing is a poop. It's not. It's a worm. If you look closely you'll see that he has a face. I'm not really sure why I drew him, but I didn't want to erase him, so now I have to explain him.

Reason I quit My Job (Today) #1

Dear Lonely, 

I understand that you don't have enough friends in your life that you can rely on. You don't have someone that you can tell your secrets to, or someone to listen to your dreams (and complaints). I understand that you feel alone, and possibly scared. I know the sound of another human being's voice, however fleeting, can brighten your dark and dreary day. I even understand that you probably don't even know you feel this way. 

I'm sorry about your divorce. I'm sorry your children have decided they would rather live with your ex. I'm sorry your daughter has ADD. I'm sorry that you have ADD too and apparently don't know it. I'm sorry you fear for the safety of your debit card, and what might become of your credit rating, if that card should fall into the hands of your children or your ex. I'm sorry your life has taken such a horrible and unexpected turn.

However...

I'm not your friend or your psychiatrist. I'm just the poor unfortunate girl who answered the phone when you called the bookstore today. I really didn't need to know about the state of your personal life in order to answer your question. Our conversation should have lasted approximately 5 minutes. Because of your overwhelming need to (repeatedly) tell a complete stranger about all of the horrible things that have happened to you lately it took closer to 40 minutes. I tried to politely steer the conversation to a close. I (repeatedly) answered the one actual question you had. I uh-huh'ed and mm-hmm'ed at all the appropriate times. But in the end, and with the three other customers now waiting for help looking on, I had to bluntly tell you that I needed to hang up the phone. You spoke for an additional two minutes before creepily asking for my name, and finally hanging up. 

What the fuck is wrong with you lady?

Your friendly bookseller,

Justi