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its may. who stole the year so far from me? why did they also feel the need to steal most of my creativity and my entire box full of enthusiasm. yes, the fmp could be going better. but all will be well. five weeks on tuesday and my sketchbook will be finished, my small part of the exhibition will be up and all the pressure will depart. i have so much to do though and so little of the determination i expected i would have. i swallowed my tears in graphics on friday as i realised i have no self belief and that the supposed best year of my life has been a bit crap really. the entire time i've been thinking about a summer at work with the people that make the bus journeys worthwhile. but sometime in the not too distant future we'll be moving and it will cost twice as much to get there. i don't want to leave my job. i don't care if i smell like baked beans and feet when i get home or that i have to wear an ill-fitting polka dot blouse and floppy bow - i like it. i suppose i'll have to see what happens. its all so strange. i wish i knew what to do.