Day #14

Yeah, is come to the point where merely two weeks into this 30 Days of Words I'd already forgotten a daily post like three times (or more). My excuse? The usual one: completely knackered. And the thing is, I'd totally remember the post while I was, say, showering; yet, after stretching, it'd've completely slipped my mind.

Anyway. Yesterday, I got into one of my irrational anger thing at work which brought on the usual impulse to tender my resignation. But I reminded myself that it's only work so fuck it, whatever. It's totally not worth the spike in blood pressure.

Boy, it is time to move on.

Day #13

So ... it's finally happened today. For so long I'd thought I needed a new gauge but apparently not. Walking towards the library this morning, I suddenly thought about the 'bridge' between the library building and the design school collapsing — and how I would not have to go to work if I'd been walking on that 'bridge'.

Yup. It's the get-me-into-an-accident-so-I-don't-have-to-be-at-work gauge and it still works!

And especially this afternoon, when I was told to compare the stats from Google Analytics and Webtrends, I really really really wished for something to happen to take me away from having to do shit like that.

But how do I walk away with the different projects on my plate?

Day #12

Bought a new (small) sketchbook yesterday after yoga (yes, I went after all — and it was great! The instructor was awesome) as well as two new pens (one purple and one green).

The small sketchbook I plan to carry around with me — not exactly for doodling, but for jotting down the words from Word Porn that somehow resonate with me.

Ugh. I completely suck at doodling and handwriting, but whatever.

So tired lately. I need to start trying harder at sticking to my resolution about sleeping before midnight. I have 18 days of annual leave I have to clear this year. So tempted to take a few to just sleep.

Day #11

It's been ... a struggle to remember do to these posts. I did remind myself to do one last night as I was showering but after stretching (and not a long session either) and feeling just completely knackered, I just popped off to bed. Sans post. I feel like I should head off to Yin yoga this afternoon. But I'm feeling a little sleepy ... and reluctant. Going through it will stop raining* on a Saturday is what makes it a proper lazy Saturday for me. Sigh. I should prolly get ready for Yin soon ... =(

Day #10

Shouldn't have had that cup of instant coffee a mere two hours after my breakfast green tea. Completely manic for four hours after that, fueled a little too (I think) by the inspiring artworks I saw on my feed.

Anyway. Wish I had done a bit of doodling today ... Sigh.

I've been trying to visualize the cutting. I think it'll prolly be Hazel on the silks in Rebecca splits. And a quote in the negative space below. I miss cutting ... =(

Day #9

Thought I best have this down before class in case I get too tired and forget the daily entry.

Book read for the month of April: Shades of Gray by Jasper Fforde.

Also, it occurred to me this morning that I'd like to do another silhouette cutting with a quote or something. A professionally shot picture would be good. Might have to trawl Facebook albums of the aerials girls for suitable poses.

Day #8

Bloody hell. I can't believe I'd forgotten a post again. Felt I did poorly in class last night — seemed unable to control what little core muscles I have and strained my left side trying to do a proper advanced birdy — and was completely knackered after it.

So, the Hari and Deepti papercut dioramas are sort of like a collage in a shadow box, right? I'd been thinking of maybe a collage without the shadow box with layers of different textures, but I haven't a clue as to how that project might be like.

The aerial girls are such an inspiration — so talented the lot of them: musically, artistically, culinarily (yes, this is a proper word), and everything else — I can only hope a wee bit of their combined and individual gifts and flair rub off on me.