:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 6.15.2004 ::

Somewhere Between Limbo and a Slippery Slope...

... I frantically pull a finished portfolio together to go to Ann Arbor on 24-hours notice.
... I wish I could thank everyone for making last weekend a good ol' time.
... I try to coordinate a million different directions into a single event, on a single Sunday.
... I wish I could call (and call-back) everyone I want to talk to but have to only swear that it will happen in the next week.
... I hope beyond all hope that I will make the best possible decisions regarding my future in the next week.
... I wonder why, in the midst of the rainiest June since god-knows-when, in the midst of a month where I will likely put 2000+ miles on my car, my windshield wipers decide not to work anymore.
... I plan the redesign of all my forms of communication, including but not limited to: this weblog, email, telephone, and mail.
... I manage not to get in the way of the massive number of wasps that have taken residence in my studio.
... I still have not gotten groceries, despite being out of "the essentials" for over a week.
... I cannot figure out how that a-hole ever got to be president.

"I'm breaking through, I'm bending spoons, I'm keeping flowers in full bloom..."
:: Freddy F. at 9:32 AM [+] ::