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You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
School is now in full swing, so to speak. I've already had to say up way past my bedtime to finish a painting, so I think that pretty much counts as being in the thick of it. I am running on about 4 hours of sleep right now. It should be even less, but I slept too late to make it to my 9 o'clock class. Blast. I like that class a lot too.
Wednesdays are very stressful for me. I have 5 classes in total, including a couple of 2 hour art classes, followed by work. I ate at the Chick-fil-a Express at the Tate Center today, even though I'm still a few days away from be able to really afford it, because the classes before and after my lunch break are right there, and going home and coming back on time is somewhat of a chore, and I didn't have time to pack anything. I decided that I will make it my Wednesday treat from now on, since I can already tell that other than that brief respite Wednesdays are going to be hell on earth. So if anyone cares to join me at about 1:10 on Wednesdays the company will be most welcome.
My art stuff (my art box and giant portfolio bag) is somehow getting heavier and lighter at the same time. Mostly my fingers just hurt a lot, so maybe they are going numb. But I think after a semester of lugging this stuff all over campus, I'll be able to crush small cars with the power of my biceps, so that's a plus.
Things are going really well, and I should be happy. And I really am, mostly. But lately, sometimes I feel like I'm insane. And I think about the cure for the insanity, and the very thought of the cure makes the disease worse. Does that make any sense?
Maybe my Air Force buddy can sort it out for me.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
