I got (unofficially) hired at the imaging place I interviewed at about a week ago. I’m babysitting my neighbor’s king charles spaniel and she’s sleeping on my bed next to me and snoring a little.
Tomorrow I go to stanford to hole punch hundreds of papers from the seventies and then we’re going to make a delicious dinner and watch funny things on tv, like the kitchen nightmares episode for amy’s baking company.
This weekend I’ll go to the SF artmrkt that I have VIP passes to and rejoice in the glory of having no finals to stress about. Maybe I’ll start on these giant commissioned paintings and hope that I get another acceptance to a university in London or try to find the name of my favorite mystery science theater movie.
I don’t get it, my life seems pretty amazing sometimes.
Throw Aggi off the bridge, just toss her in the drink
I can relate to this way of problem solving.
I have too many things to say tonight and the only person I want to say them to doesn’t care and is probably asleep right now. I don’t know what to feel. I’m so frustrated but I’m not upset. I’m just really, really, completely frustrated.
Why is my life so stressful?
that kind of night I guess