My papier-maché cobra is due tomorrow, and it's not dry yet. I mean, the last layer of papier-mache isn't dry. So I am fucked- I can't paint it til the paper is dry, and then it has to be dry before I leave for school. Argh! I won't have it in time for crit tomorrow, which means I will lose a letter grade ( Read more... )

While J was in crisis, I was focused on being on top of things, being available, keeping him healthy, and handling my mom. Since he's out of crisis now, I am slowly falling apart (I knew I would have emotional stuff to deal with later, but I had no idea it would be this strong.) I am dealing with stress and trauma and sadness now. Every time I ( Read more... )