Ok, so it's 11:14pm and I'm crying. A lot. There is a lot of crying going on here. Tonnes of crying. I'm also on the phone to my boyfriend, because he has to listen to me cry. You do not. Which is probably good for you.
I can't see it! That is the problem. I can't see what I want the space to look like at all. Dirty Grey. That is all I see right now just a miss mash of dirty, pointy, grey. I just feel exhausted and empty. And I would very much like a grand moment of inspiration. It seems more likely I will just end up with a hot glue gun burns. And an ugly pile of paper someone will tear by the end of the meeting. Have I whined enough yet? Ok then, I'll be quiet. Let's just watch Howard Barker Youtube videos until my coffee and bailey's mellows me out.
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