ooooo, my calves are sore.
during show-prep times, i’d like to have an android i can yell commands at. make it find frames for me. matte stuff. decide what should be entered, how it should be arranged, re-design my biz card, and then mail the whole lot out. no more wandering in the heat carrying packages everywhere. i’m just whining (as per usual!). show-prep sucks…labor stress on top of WHATIFNOTHINGSELLSOHNOES!!! poking at me. ow!
so yieah, a real vacation picks you up. yesterday was the first time since never that i played long, played hard…then managed to wake up at seven fucking thirty AM today, unable to go back to sleep. what madness is this?! napped after lunch. and now posting when i should be, harhar, working on show-prep stuff. did i mention i can’t stand show-prep stuff?!