216th day sober. After all the running around shopping here and there yesterday, I got back here and put things away and had some coffee and tried out some "soft salad" senbei I'd bought at Nijiya because I saw another guy grab a bag and I'd long been curious about them. They were plain, with "Hokkaido" salt, and in their own simple way quite good so I ate the whole package.
Then I got involved reading stuff on the internet, and after a while I realized I felt really weird. My vision was weird and I felt too hot and also felt fatigued. I think it was some kind of salt and starch overload. I got myself moving and had some cheese and olives and diet soda, and after a while felt better. After some raw cucumber I felt even better, and eventually did some practice.
Even though I had a peeled place on my lip I was able to play high notes again. I'm beginning to think a lot of this is just plain being stubborn. Like, take those old guys who can still do 100 push-ups or something like that. They might not be able to win any strongman contests but they can sure do their 100 push-ups because they've stuck with it with great tenacity.
Plus, if I'm going to go out and play 2-hour sets when out busking, I need to practice a lot more. That's the only way through and it'd be the same way if I were doing art; I'd have to get used to doing it for hours a day.
The trouble with art is art materials. It takes a dedicated space and then it takes keeping track of what was spent on paper and brushes and ink and so on, and that makes taxes tons more complicated. I've already been where I was handling several thousand dollars a month to live on, effectively, about $1500. I really love the "next to no overhead" aspect of busking. I'd bragged to Tom how I wasn't even spending bus far as I rode my bike to Whole Foods, and was probably going to go there anyway so it was easy to bring the trumpet and tip box along.
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