The usual...

...It's late and I can't sleep. At least I don't HAVE to get up early tomorrow, I just aim to.

My body is exhausted. I didn't take more than a 30 minute break today between 8:30 and 8. Class, canvas building/stretching/gessoing and karate. Oh yeah... I'm taking karate again, I don't think I mentioned that. It's good to be busy. I don't think I thought of anything but work all day. It felt nice. I guess now it's just cathing up to me.

The skin on my knuckles is all rough and torn off from stretching canvas. Who ever said being an artist was easy? I just built a 5 1/2 foot by 7 foot canvas in 7 hours. Now I don't think that's that bad. If it sounds like I'm bragging, it's because I am. But that was the easy part. Now I have to drag the damn thing around (and it's fucking heavy for a canvas). It's really ackward because I have one hell of a blind spot when I'm holding that thing. Oh and paint. I have to cover it in some sort of a painting by next week.

Along with another assignment.

And an essay on friday.

And kill me now.

On the VERY VERY VERY plus side, we got an extension for our drawing project *does a happy dance in her head*.

....

oh fuck the sex... I just need a good cuddle and a kiss on the forehead.


Damn.