Maybe drawing actual self-portraits. These days when I look in the mirror I think I look like one of my drawings and then get disappointed not to see myself in them. I think about the shape of my hair and my body and want the lines to come out of my hand. Instead my hand wants to cover tiny areas of paper in millions of little lines and doesn't want to stop, not even to sleep. I do it in my sleep. It hurts not to do it. It is boring to do it, though.When kissing is good, it feels like being in a drawing.
Kissing is boring to do, too.