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ysobelleI'm feeling overwhelmed. I thought I'd be better once I started getting things taken care of, but in reality? No, not so much. Sometimes, I just feel smothered. Too much emotional crap, too much work crap, too much career crap. The floorspace in my apartment is shrinking, and I'm completely out of space to move things. I'm living in a storeroom, and I'm sick of it. Thank G-d I'm seeing a house tomorrow. Supposedly, I could see the bike race from the front door. The bike race which, it seems, I'll miss entirely this year.
I have a pair of silk breeches to make. Once I get them done, everything else is cake. I just have to GET THEM DONE. And I have no time. And I waste the time I do have.
All right. I'm at least going to put the sketch pads-- the enormous, 25x17 sketchpads-- away. And my cutting board. And maybe my box of thread spools. And the bolt of interlining. Maybe that'll do...something.
I have a pair of silk breeches to make. Once I get them done, everything else is cake. I just have to GET THEM DONE. And I have no time. And I waste the time I do have.
All right. I'm at least going to put the sketch pads-- the enormous, 25x17 sketchpads-- away. And my cutting board. And maybe my box of thread spools. And the bolt of interlining. Maybe that'll do...something.