Finally.
Finally, it is Friday. The start to a much-needed weekend.
These past four days have been too much. My body has been so over-worked, that it is now throbbing in in a completely sore and painful state. My mind has been running through diagrams, thinking of methods and foolproof approaches to construct this thing, that my brain is now fried, and any type of contemplation just leads to anonymity and frustration. And last night I finally had the time to get a good night's sleep, but I still woke up with everything aching.
This 3-D design class is not a beginner's class, nor an introduction. If anything, it should be called "Labor-Intensive Extremity". And I have the battle scars to prove it, scattered all along my fingers, hands, arms. I look profoundly emo, as if those scars were self-inflicted. And when I am asked about them, I wonder how believable it is, when I have to respond with "I got injured while using a dull utility knife to cut through a sea of cardboard planes... Oh, but I got this one when I cut the wire, and it ended up slicing me. ...Oh and this one was from the steel ruler... This one from the shitty cardboard itself." Fuck.
Oh, and Best Friend... I owe a lot to you. Seriously, I'd be in a lot of fucking trouble, without all your help. Thank you, for realz.
So like I was saying, this weekend came at just about the right time. I feel like I've isolated myself within this project all week, that friends and loved ones have been put on hold. And I am sorry. But don't worry. Tomorrow, we will finally catch up!
mkp.
