Stop Touching My Pen!

Well, it was bound to happen again sooner or later. My supervisor touched my freaking pen again. I haven't touched my pen since. At first I thought my supervisor was coming over to show me something online. I quickly put my hand on my mouse, so my supervisor wouldn't try to use it. But she got me. She went for the pen. It's always the pen. I need to start keeping it hidden, and have a 'decoy' pen out for her to use. Maybe I'll be brave and still use it instead of throwing it away.
This weekend was good and stressful at the same time. I really had the counting thing going. I hate having to do all that counting. On the bright side, though, I did do some art. It's a painting/collage type thing, and I think it turned out well. As fun as art it, it's also frustrating. I count certain brush strokes, cut paper a certain amount of times, and have to throw out supplies if I feel they are contaminated. Part of my picture included some glitzy rhinestones, and it was a pain in the butt to choose which ones to use. They had to "feel" right. Grrr. But, the picture is done, and I'd actually like to start on another one. My love of making art trumps my OCD frustration.