Falling behind
Besides the strange dreams, I've been sleeping badly because my hands are itchy and sore enough to wake me up in the night. Putting lotion on them seems to make them worse. Washing my hands definitely makes them worse, and I've been doing that a lot lately because of how many people at school are sick, and tend to cough all over things and then casually hand them to you. I don't know whether to wash my hands less often, take more vitamin C, and hope I don't get sick, or to try different kinds of lotion, or what.
Earlier this evening, I started messing with my colored pencil drawing of Phonehenge, intending to make the sky a little darker before finally handing it in tomorrow. Then many hours went by as I realized I had to cover every square millimeter of the stupid thing again, so it would match. Now I feel like I'm way behind, because that drawing was really supposed to be finished days ago, and I should be well started on the next assignment. But I'm not, not even hardly.
And then there's typography. The less said about that the better.
Earlier this evening, I started messing with my colored pencil drawing of Phonehenge, intending to make the sky a little darker before finally handing it in tomorrow. Then many hours went by as I realized I had to cover every square millimeter of the stupid thing again, so it would match. Now I feel like I'm way behind, because that drawing was really supposed to be finished days ago, and I should be well started on the next assignment. But I'm not, not even hardly.
And then there's typography. The less said about that the better.