Funk

Despite having the world’s best critique last night, and despite the wonderful things the Flickrboxers have said about my lovely beaster2000 project, I find myself in a deep funk today. It has something to do with reading painfully long winded academic blather about conceptual art and spending three hours this morning talking about white privillage and racism with a bunch of art school kids. I made one of those aimless driving trips into the hills and saw a coyote. That helped a lot. But I now have heartburn, I want to go home, and I have another 5 hours on this campus. So oh well, suck it in and try not to be so glum. How I dream of napping. Despite my great productivity this semester, I feel totally worn out all the time. Ho hum. Suck it in.