It has been the Project from Hell for a number of weeks now. The ornaments were scattered among several dozen cases, the press was tied up for a week with other projects, the paper got crumpled in transit and then set down on a dirty table, ruining half of it, the two colors refused to line up properly in the printing, the paper was further marred ( Read more... )

I guess I had more to say yesterday. Today was one of those days when I'm utterly convinced I have no right to exist at all, and wish there was some way of apologizing to the entire universe, or just vanishing entirely.

That never works, though.

This stupid project is kicking my ass. Today I slept until past noon, and didn't drag myself out into the world until 3:00. I've been forgetting to eat, of course, which doesn't help. I haven't put in enough hours this week, either. This is really stupid; I'm wrecking myself even more than I did during the school year, but doing fewer hours of ( Read more... )

Cooking dinner always takes such a long time. I'm not making things any easier for myself by being out of practically every major kind of groceries, and trying to compensate by doing elaborate work-arounds.

At any rate, now I finally have something to eat burn my tongue with ( Read more... )

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Lots of printing today. Printing is tiring.

It means I have some suitable cards all ready, but I'm more and more convinced that the numbers are too high.

I kind of wish I had never started any of this rubbish.

It's probably typical of my life that I go to work in order to soothe my shattered nerves from the crippling ordeal of the stuff I've done on my time off. Which, to be fair, is also in pursuit of income. And far more stressful than nice straightforward sorting of type ( Read more... )

I don't think I'm ready for my review tomorrow. I'm sure I'll never really feel ready, but right now, with my confidence badly shattered by the unexpected results of my art history paper, it all seems particularly inauspicious ( Read more... )

Weather is nice, school is hell. As usual. Time grows short, while my list grows ever longer. To sleep, or to make art history flash cards, that is the question.

It's been an unhappy and unproductive day. I hate how much I sleep on my days off. And when I finally do drag myself out of bed, I'm still all disoriented and slow-moving, and never get anything done. I suppose it didn't help much that it was all windy and cold out, and not good for running around ( Read more... )