It took her ages to walk a few blocks, and then she doubled over and said it was her fibromyalgia acting up. I still would go visit her, but then the yelling, when she couldn't find her glasses and phoned me, asking me to help her look for them. I went to her aid, but wasn't aggressively looking through her belongings because I felt disoriented about the prospect, and she started yelling at me "Why aren't you looking! You're not looking! Look! Look!"
I'll look at what I want to. I think that will be photos of Morrissey, and maybe Katy Perry, to paint. I'll do rifke's Neil 3, finish Luis 18, maybe Luis through to number 49. Maybe I'll just paint Morrissey. And Katy and myself...I will look at what I feel I need to, for whatever reason I do, when I'm ready to.