MRIs suck

Ahh, no painting tonight because I had to go get a MRI for my low back. It was an experience that I don't want to do ever again. Being inside that thing was a bit too claustraphobic for my taste and the freaky sounds rattling around caused me to 'get my zen on' and frantically wash my being in wavelets of traquility just to keep my sanity while in the can-o-magnets. Well, I'm sure its better than a lot of other things, and somebody would say I should just be thankful that at least it wasn't the dentist or something.
I don't know if I'll get to paint tomorrow due to a design gig and commission that are on the plate. But they will end soon, I'll be back painting, and all will be right in the world again . . . Art, my drug of choice.