Mr. Velocipede: Fuck art school.
The Professor: Fuck all school.
Mr. Velocipede: Yes.

There's an incredible sunset going on right now, only I'm stuck inside a chilly, fluorescently-lit building, from which the view is entirely blocked by construction. The only way I can tell the sky is pretty is that I can see a bright reflection in one of the windows of a building across the street.

It's very frustrating. It makes me sad.

Fuck this drawing anyway. There aren't enough hours between now and when it's due for me to get it finished, even if I didn't have anything else to do.

One day back and I'm already on the point of a complete breakdown again. So much for rest.

I wake from interminable nightmares of logo design, and wish for the billionth time that I just had some way of shutting my damned brain off. Those first few minutes of consciousness are the worst; all my defenses are down and none of my carefully-built armor is in place. And so I am flooded with old memories (don't think about last year. don't ( Read more... )

Damn, there really is nothing more effective at destroying me than just sitting down to do some drawing. It is almost miraculous in its effectiveness. Particularly when I discover that the stuff I had started on Monday all needs to be erased and re-done, leaving me with a perfectly blank sheet of paper once again ( Read more... )

Downtime is having its usual result: everything has caught up with me, the long hours of intense concentration, the inadequate food and sleep, the walking all over town until I feel like I'll never be able to move my legs again. And so I've crashed, and crashed hard. I have a headache, and can't focus on anything, and generally feel like my brain ( Read more... )

too much homework
too many fiddly details
too many arbitrary conditions
too much confusion
too much stupidity

too little sleep

so
very
tired

Oooh, I know, maybe I could spend six or eight hours on a Saturday night working on an incredibly boring and mostly pointless typography assignment. Could I do that, please? I bet, if I'm lucky, I'll get to spend all of Sunday on it as well. That is to say, when I'm not working on my drawing homework instead ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Positive: Finally having an excuse to wear the Max Headroom shirt. Movement that isn't walking all over town carrying a heavy backpack ( Read more... )