today there was a choice of many things, getting up , going to the ceramics studio to finish the final project, painting early, finishing some waterbased media stuff. I chose: sleep.
Just woke up at ten fifty, gotta grab breakfast deliver a check go to the studio and work, then to six hours of painting class. then more work, as I have finals that need finishing. Ah the life.
I feel kind of like a bomb waiting to self destruct. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get sick as soon as my will to succeed stops powering me, I'm dizzy and nauseous all the time. Here's hoping its a stomach bug and nothing more.
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