Let's be honest:
Nothing cures a stress enduced headache better than a little Norah, something sweet, something dry, and a bath. You all do it...and if you don't, you should. I have spent aproximately 20 hours in the studio this week...8 of those hours were taken from my weekend. I'm tired. Tired of reading, tired of trying to make a crotch seam look like a crotch seam, tired of being famished and having to wait another hour to wait for the bus to take me to my apartment so that I can walk to my car and drive to food. By the time I get to the food, I'm over it. I'm tired of my head raging everyday, screaming for advil or starbucks or some other caffiene addiction that wouldn't happen if I had access to purified water. Stress gives me liberty to be a purified water brat. Afterall, who wants to drink deeply from an old metal fountain that is most likely soaked with a billion people's sneezes (Obviously, people who don't cover) ?!
On the flip side:
I love what I'm here to do. I love that while others are spending hours on end trying to grasp the meaning behind yet another scientific theory, I get to spend hours on end being creative and learning how my industry affects all the peoples of this somewhat thriving and somewhat suffering world. I love that my walls are covered with inspiration and that I have the opportunity to decorate other people's walls with my own work. I love that I can interact with ingenious people...or people who are soon to be ingenious people. I love that they look wierd and don't think twice when I wobble in with a paintbrush in my untamable hair. I love that we listen to Queen together and take it very seriously.
Although I come home exhausted and am, currently, seriously lacking in the social department, I can't wait to see the fruits of my labor. Get ready, Manhatten, the great randeveux is coming quickly!
Nothing cures a stress enduced headache better than a little Norah, something sweet, something dry, and a bath. You all do it...and if you don't, you should. I have spent aproximately 20 hours in the studio this week...8 of those hours were taken from my weekend. I'm tired. Tired of reading, tired of trying to make a crotch seam look like a crotch seam, tired of being famished and having to wait another hour to wait for the bus to take me to my apartment so that I can walk to my car and drive to food. By the time I get to the food, I'm over it. I'm tired of my head raging everyday, screaming for advil or starbucks or some other caffiene addiction that wouldn't happen if I had access to purified water. Stress gives me liberty to be a purified water brat. Afterall, who wants to drink deeply from an old metal fountain that is most likely soaked with a billion people's sneezes (Obviously, people who don't cover) ?!
On the flip side:
I love what I'm here to do. I love that while others are spending hours on end trying to grasp the meaning behind yet another scientific theory, I get to spend hours on end being creative and learning how my industry affects all the peoples of this somewhat thriving and somewhat suffering world. I love that my walls are covered with inspiration and that I have the opportunity to decorate other people's walls with my own work. I love that I can interact with ingenious people...or people who are soon to be ingenious people. I love that they look wierd and don't think twice when I wobble in with a paintbrush in my untamable hair. I love that we listen to Queen together and take it very seriously.
Although I come home exhausted and am, currently, seriously lacking in the social department, I can't wait to see the fruits of my labor. Get ready, Manhatten, the great randeveux is coming quickly!
posted by bargame at 7:34 PM
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