The week hasn’t exactly gone the way I’d planned it. But seeing as I didn’t actually plan it, I can’t really complain.
I did tackle most of the tasks on my list, and some I only tickled, apart from that curation essay, which I swerved… which does make me feel a little guilty, but I figured out which tasks were higher priority because of approaching deadlines and which were just so intrinsically onerous as to deserve putting off. So working by a simple system of “Yeesh, I’d better do that now” and “I just can’t take it any more!” I managed to spit out a few thousand words between a few projects. So whilst only one is entirely finished, that was the one I needed to have done by the end of this week. The others are all well on their way, just a bit of tarting up needed really. And I can always manage a bit of tarting up during the week when the nipper’s in bed.
Although I’d said today would be my dedicated dissertation day, it’ll probably end up being a bit of everything thrown in and stirred up day. I may even get the vacuum cleaner out, but I have to pace myself of course. I put the washing machine on just now – I don’t want to wear myself out eh? I’ve got a few great new references to drop into my dissertation research pot, but I’ve been fairly lazy about doing the ‘re-framing’ that was suggested. Perhaps because I’ve been told that I’d be ok with handing it in as it is just in case I had a nervous breakdown scheduled – I don’t – but naturally I want to tune it until it’s as tight as a snare drum. Which makes me think that I should probably use my snare drum as a coffee table since I haven’t played on this kit since October. Something else to feel guilty about. I haven’t played my bass since the end of October but I don’t feel too guilty about that because someone “liberated” the plug for my amp, so it’s not entirely my fault.
A bit more drawing while I still have the light, working on the illustrations for my exhibition proposal and tackling the painting I really don’t feel like doing but I feel guilty about not doing. When did I get so blasé about topless men?
