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i'm really sick of being punished at work for being a good artist. by punished i mean being given ALL the fucking designs that need to have "artwork" on them. here's the thing: yeah, i'm good, but i am so far from being interested in the "artwork" i have to do. if i draw another fucking animal i'm going to kill myself, and possibly, everyone else in there.
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now i'm going to go do pilates, and my toes are probably going to gimp up on me again, and i'm probably just going to get pissier.
then i'm going to force myself to practice because the shows we've been turning down are getting ridiculous, and it's mainly my fault.
and then i'm going to try to go to sleep which is probably going to be hard considering the awful feeling we just gave me.
honestly, i would really like to disappear for a while. maybe freeze time so people wouldn't have to know i was avoiding them, but i could just go about my business, by myself, for a couple weeks, maybe a month or two, without hurting anyone's feelings...
it's becoming work, and i'd cry right now if i could.