now that it's 6 am....

that means it's time for bed.
go me.

but first....Help Me Get TO New Orleans .

Not only do I not have people to help pay for the car rental, but I don't have funds at all. So, if you ever wanted dirty watercolors or cool t-shirts, now's the chance. More will be up tomorrow. I still have the "sculptors do it in 3-D" shirts to put up.

My computer sucks and is probably dying. I'm dreading trying to process images from my new camera. Ugggggggggggwhycan'tigotobedatadecenthour?

OH and I'm a complete dumbass who undersold a print from the China show for $55. Live and learn, live and learn. I'm dumb. Dammit.

AND ALSO I AM FAT

Too many causes too much fighting and not enough help.
No one is responding to going to New Orleans to volunteer. Everyone wants to go do something fun, something for themselves. And while I can't blame them, it pisses me off on a very fucking highhorse level. I'm stressed. I have $11 to my name and some dipshit painter left red paint on a seat so now I have red on my ass and on the bottom of my newest pair of jeans. Little shit like that makes me want to cave heads in and crawl in a cave. Not sure how I'd do both, but I'd manage.

I have a 3 fucking hour painting class in 15 mins and I think I'm going home.