Well I'm supposed to be picking up this rather rare sketchbook right now but the person who was going to sell it to me didn't answer her phone. -___________- ;
Anyway. It's coming down to the wire here. 1 week left of batshit crazy madness, as it always is, and then the pace picks up again for the next class.
I have just over a month and a half left on my contract. Perhaps it will be renewed. I certainly hope so anyway...
I have been assailed by rather crazy dreams of late but I haven't been writing any of them down. Probably stress related although none of these dreams top the ultra-lucid clusterfucks of my early twenties. One part of myself is urging me to write it down, whereas another part is simply telling me that I've already seen it and done it all before and this recent batch is nothing new... leaving me in a constant state of apathy for anything that doesn't include work.
Now I can't even be arsed to go buy food of all things. Tasty delicious food. Perhaps the choice of words I heard earlier today planted seeds of doubt in my mind - that I should always be moving forward and for bigger and better things, even if that means leaving people behind.
