I have too much art crowded up inside my head.
I spent almost $100 on fabric I don't really need today. I think I need to do another big sewing marathon.
I have a bunch of block printed art in the local christmas market. I hope some of it sells. I worry none of it will.
My EI has almost run out. Theoretically the strikes are over. Theoretically we are going back to work soon.
The show I worked on last year is coming out on the mouse's streaming service this December. The trailer looks pretty good. Better than the initial teaser trailer. They've managed to finesse it a little bit, post production, which is good. The initial teaser looked hella cheap.
Time keeps slipping away. This year has been one long anxiety dream.
The other night I had a dream that my mother came into the kitchen and ruined a giant batch of soup I was making because she didn't listen to me. I'm not sure what that was a metaphor for.