can't sleep. rather, can't, school-wise. but my mood's conducive to an all-nighter. i feel like pressing through night like a thumb through clay. find myself at the other end of tomorrow and collapse.

laundry is going. intimates. towels already finished. catching up on my usual saturday plant watering. more coffee. and more coffee. i plan to pick up a red bull on the way to school tomorrow. or on the way to a printer. none of it matters very much. rhianna says i am talented, but i am so unenthused. i'm not talented enough to not require severe hours put in to achieve anything other than Gigantic Suck. of which i have turned in an awful lot. a lot. the last year. maybe even every since i've been at acad.

tonight, all i want to do is edit. editing words is so much easier than pictures. i have no appetite for this black and white neg/pos shape mess. ridiculous book covers. what i want to do is be paid more than aptly for every single little project i want to do. gee, that sounds awfully 'wish i hadn't left fine arts'. maybe. i don't know. i just am not very satisfied...happy with things, right now.