i'm not breaking out per se, but my pores are mad clogged. Stress. Or, living... I've slept without the fan on in my room for the past few nights b/c it's kinda chilly, and when I wake up my eyes hurt and I'm stuffed up and sneeze a lot. Mold and grossness abound in this room. It doesn't help that I've been superbusy and so my clothes, etc are piled everywhere.

I'm ending up doing most of the planning for First Friday. Which is fine because I know most of the people that are performing. It's just making freelancing difficult (nonexistent), and means that I spend a lot of time on the phone or meeting people or writing up stuff. Which is great, and is what managing an art space entails. Just, also means next-to-no sleep. And absolutely no time for me.

The day job is good--it keeps me going all day long. There's barely time to use the lua if I need to, let alone send off a txt to a performer/friend/newspaper (that's right, bitches, we're makin the news!). Lunches are short and filled with hospital food. But somehow when work is over I feel energized most days. It's almost like playing one of those time management games online.

bedtime now.