I'm waiting for a studio visit with the visiting artist... I am afraid that he is running long (he's next door) and I will not be able to catch the shopping shuttle to Morrisville...
I can live without going to a grocery store this week.... I think.
Crap... I am getting shaky... maybe it's because I am having flashbacks to grad school and Graduate Projects where I had to have visits in my studio.... I remember Stonewall used to come in and she'd scare me to death...
But what the hell should I care...
Who is going to see my work?
It's not like Seattle has any good place to show work anymore...
I need a benefactor.
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