Nrrrrgh.
Dear Brain,
We need to Talk.
First of all, I'd like to apologize. I know I haven't been giving you a lot of sleep lately. And last night I substituted our regularly scheduled period of unconsciousness with coffee, only to dose you with valerian when I decided that maybe I wanted to get some sleep before my 7AM class after all. That was a dick move on my part. But dropping vivid, multi-sense-attacking spiders the size of kittens into my dreams the second I dozed off so I woke myself up shrieking and flailing for the light switch? NOT OKAY.
Also, those visual hallucinations during life drawing this morning were not only unappreciated, but HIGHLY inappropriate. Flashbacks have a time and place, and it is not at 8AM while modeling.
I know what you're trying to say. I get it. And I promise- PROMISE- that after I finish my digital media piece, etch my plate and pull an edition, burn a replacement screen, do a photoshoot for my iterative self project, write those two essays, do all the costuming for and perform in the fire show on Friday, and busk on Saturday, you can have some sleep.
Hopefully.
Remember, we're in this together,
Mish
(I would write one of these to my body, but words cannot begin to make amends for the number of powerbars I've consumed in place of real food over the past month.)
We need to Talk.
First of all, I'd like to apologize. I know I haven't been giving you a lot of sleep lately. And last night I substituted our regularly scheduled period of unconsciousness with coffee, only to dose you with valerian when I decided that maybe I wanted to get some sleep before my 7AM class after all. That was a dick move on my part. But dropping vivid, multi-sense-attacking spiders the size of kittens into my dreams the second I dozed off so I woke myself up shrieking and flailing for the light switch? NOT OKAY.
Also, those visual hallucinations during life drawing this morning were not only unappreciated, but HIGHLY inappropriate. Flashbacks have a time and place, and it is not at 8AM while modeling.
I know what you're trying to say. I get it. And I promise- PROMISE- that after I finish my digital media piece, etch my plate and pull an edition, burn a replacement screen, do a photoshoot for my iterative self project, write those two essays, do all the costuming for and perform in the fire show on Friday, and busk on Saturday, you can have some sleep.
Hopefully.
Remember, we're in this together,
Mish
(I would write one of these to my body, but words cannot begin to make amends for the number of powerbars I've consumed in place of real food over the past month.)