wrapped up
The continuity of the past two weeks has been overwhelming. I have been in studio nearly every day, putting just another layer of effort into the lamps on each occasion. Recently, I picked up my own desk, as well, due to a few people in the area who vanished; my long-running desk lease ended, thanks to my friend Meg, and now I can fall asleep in my work without the worry of someone nudging me awake when the desk is needed.
Most of the stuff I do in studio is actually homework; I find I am actually more homework-productive in studio than in Bollo’s and lightyears more productive there than in the dorm. And in the past two weeks, every memory, every realization that I still reside in a dorm makes me wince. Jon and I have carried numerous excited conversations about living together in that house, the mood of said talks being amplified by own mutual interest in keeping it organized and clean. The next handful of months cannot possibly pass by quickly enough.
Yet, all in all, lately, I have read less news articles, been intaking too much caffeine, sleeping far less than I should, and have found less desire to write.
Thus, I am hoping to recover my valued foci, trusting in the proficiency of a thorough routine. Short terms goals include finishing these lamps. Maybe a postcard.