i feel as though i've been hit by a train over and over again. i think this may be the worst hangover - hung from too many late nights and early mornings and sick kids. not that other kind of hangover - who has time for such things?!
i can feel the winds about to change and i'm going to get my groove back. i finally put everything away in my studio - what a mess. like a hurricane of paper and nails and adhesive experiments.
