More cawfeetawk...

I just got off the phone with Azure a while ago...at first she was really kind of stressed and combatative about taking down the show, (Hey, I was just asking when should I come to get my stuff out...? I know the other show has to be up by the 2nd. Arrgh.) Apparently they're still doing the midnight thing. (?!? I thought they'd changed their policy!) I agreed to come and pick things up Monday after work.

Yeah, I'm grumbling. I'm really not happy about how this whole thing went. Granted, nothing got stolen or danaged this time:/...but sometimes I wonder why I even bother with trying to exhibit when it's so frustrating on so many levels, when my work is overlooked or badly treated, when the people I need to work with really can't be bothered to give me the basics. One of these fine days I'll save all my pennies and see if I can't put some work up at Rogue Buddha or something. I just feel kind of defeated right now. At least I'll get my paintings back up on my poor bare walls; those hooks look so lonely just sitting there with nothing on them.

At least I finished a lot of knitting. Right now I'm knitting to vent frustration. Rrrrrrr...

Okay okay, I did talk to other people on the phone and THAT was quite nice. I should try to concentrate on the good, and refuse to hit the bad over and over again with something heavy. But it's hard.

*Breathes in*
*Breathes out*
*breathes in*
*Breathes out*

See? all better!

A list:

Wearing: black t-shirt, black tights, black and white Hawaiian skirt.
Brand new shrug in black and earthtones-with-gold I finished yesterday. Hoohah! Big needles rock my world, babies!

Drinking: Reed's ginger beer. It cheers me up so.

Eating; Nothing, but there's some teriyaki rice snaps in my cupboard. *drools like mad chihuahua.*

Watching: The sky going dark, darker, darkest.

Knitting: One arm of the tiny sweater I've been working on. I'm finally getting to the end. Damn tiny needles.

Wishing: That someone would anonymously give me one (1) largeish bag of money so I can take us all out to dinner... I think we all could use a good dinner.

Listening to: The wind sighing outside the windows.

Feeling: a little less stressed, a little apprehensive about tomorrow at work, (My ranty cow irker's back) Maybe just a little tired. Munchy, defintiely.

Trying hard not to: Get my tongue stuck in the ginger beer bottle. (I told you I like ginger beer.)

And last of all, I am: Quiet. Thoughtful. And a little wooly.
*pets shrug and enjoys the warmth*