I'm covered in dust. Literally. Well, it's more like very old drywall dust. I've just spent several hours not only developing blisters on my hands, but actually pounding the old drywall from a lovely old 100+ year old brick wall. The exposed wall is.. well, as I just put it, incredibly lovely.
I would scratch my dirty, dust-covered heard if I could stomach it - pondering to myself why in the world I have taken on yet another project this close to the deadline for so many others. Even though I can't scratch, I can scrunch up my face and question my actions. I mean, here I am with a Ladies Night on Thursday - where I've promised (and I'm sure I will accomplish) to turn my gallery into a night club. On Friday I have a Final Friday exhibit, followed by a 10pm promo appearance at The Union, with Dolly from Boxcar Burlesque. The following day I have Marilyn photo shoots and the grand MayDay Ball... my second anniversary as a "real" photographer, and my 1-year anniversary here in Nelsonville. Then lots of photo shoots for the entire month of May, for Marilyn Monroe, and a wedding at the end. The Marilyn project is to be finished and exhibited on June 1st
..... sigh......
and all this time I'm supposed to be writing press releases, working on TWO websites, redoing the gallery, adding more Eye Candy Girls to the group, and... and.... ugh... and homeschooling the boys.
I feel a tad bit overwhelmed right now. Too bad I don't drink more.
