magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

while i was working in studio i had this nearly constant sense of deja vu. as if memories of another (concurrent?) life, in another world, were constantly being triggered and almost forming as full thoughts, but then receding back in to the dark recess (of my mind or somewhere else) from where they were coming.

my desk crit was another failure. despite having spent quite a few hours last night and most of today working, it didn't really look like i had done much of anything. and i had an almost impossible time articulating anything in response to what amounted to pretty straightforward questions about my vision of the site, and how that will affect my proposal.

again, dan gave me a very specific list of things to accomplish between now and tuesday. and of course i didn't start tonight, because once i went home it was much to easy to decide that i really need a good night of sleep and i'll get up and go to the studio in the morning.