magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

i'm kind of coming apart. i did get out to draw my fifty dots this morning. but then came back and sat in the library downloading music from notype. no painting. no paper writing. no dark room work. (i did develope four rolls of film later in the evening, i'm still two behind, but catching up i guess.)

i think it was good to spend the afternoon vegging, for the sake of temporary stress relief, but it's a few hours down the road, and i'm not seeing any real lasting effects. still overwhelmed by all this work. and..

tried to call er!n again. she was sleeping. george. sarah.m. molly. voicemail. voicemail. voicemail. had to resist the urge to call stef. although i'm sure i would just get her voicemail too.