the peper and the john

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so the life and times of an artist seem to be harder than my idealisation when i was not doing much work. As of now I have been working everynight save two, to make work for my portfolio. I've never worked this hard, and I have made some progress in all this, but not as much as i would have liked working this hard, but i guess it's quality and all that shit. I even had to miss a free daedelus show because i had to do work. I am proud of myself for buckling down, but actually shooting and creating sound pieces are still more difficult. like days of yore, my work has progressed into netherregions of my emotional geology, working on mapping these workings is scary but rewarding. Like finding a pie in a box in a dumpster. soo dry i just want to pick my nose. There are locks on all of the tv stations except the weather channel, so i am forced to work and shit rather than let my mind fall into a pit of despair.
i smell again, i was too lazy to wake up before my sister and shower, and i pay the price. I've walked around in a warm coat and i must keep it zipped to not offend people. Stupid jeremy is working and will not drop everything to help me in my digital needs. digital photo is damn hard. it takes so much more time than printing in the dark room, although i have more control over everything i do not have the extra time and energy to really do all this, but i guess it is just school. and since I'm not going into the commercial side of everything i do not really need to have the speed side of these things down yet...