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04:21:2002 Entry: "Black and White and Bloody"
Black and White and Bloody
The upstairs of my house (which is just art studio, my computer area, crappy carpets, dog bedroom) looks like a crime scene. Blood everywhere. I have blood on my shirt. It was dog nail clipping day. I hate it when the nails get so long that you can't help but cut to the quick. They were pretty well-behaved today, even Hieronymus, who usually turns into a head-spinning demon when we do the trim. We usually give them treats afterword, and put them upstairs so they don't get any blood on anything downstairs. Hieronymus is chewing on a half a Dentabone (which he needs badly), and Plato is trying to get his, even though he already has the other half. Dentabones are the only thing Hieronymus likes. He doesn't like anything else, not rawhides, not toys, nothing. I wonder what they put in those things to make him go so insane. He's a weird pug.
We're doing taxes today...there's nothing I hate more. See the thing is, I'm actually really good with numbers and I like numbers. I was really good at low math, and I loved geometry. I don't hate math, I hate *accounting*. See math is pure, it's beautiful in its order and simplicity. It's the conceptual thing with accounting...what goes where, putting things in boxes, in categories, classifying this and that as that and this...I hate that. It's black and white thinking, and whenever I have talked to someone at the Department of Revenue, or an accountant, and have asked them questions about my business, I confuse the heck out of them. I have a really hard time seeing things as black and white. Nothing is pure black, nothing is pure white. If there was such a color, like pure black, it would suck every living ounce of life out of us. If something was pure white, it would blind us. Something might fit into a category to an accountant, but I also see it as going under a different classification. I guess it takes a certain type to want to be in that line of work and to have to decide what goes in a white box and what goes in a black box. I'd rather play with color.