Saturday 3 November 2012

We sleep when we are dead.


Yes, amazing isn't it?I am actually blogging at an unholy hour of 8am. My mom seems appalled that I was not asleep when I opened my door. The logic of having less classes does not seem to equate to less work apparently.And as bad as my math is, I can still count properly.In fact that my work had doubled.Inclulding expectation.Yes.Unfortunate but that's life as an artist for you.

Now, to get a nice Macs breakfast or not...hmm.Tempting.

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