what the bleep do we know?
i love that title. i still wonder what that movie is about. i don't really have time, though.
the pitch letter.
oh ever so scorned, how do i write thee? how do i begin to draft thee?
the whole assignment.
perfect timing. i'm meant to be reviewing an axhibition and it's just that season when exhibitions finish and new ones are JUST about to start. except for over-reviewed Sam Taylor-Wood. I think I'm pretty much on the right track with a world-touring exhibition that has a website featuring more than what is actually on exhibit. This one's just perfect. I just have to think of a kick-ass angle and something to make it sound assignment-worthy. this, afterall, encompasses many seasons.
the mind.
focus! concentrate! i am doing my laundry, sorting my thoughts, calming my senses and prepping myself to do tv tonight. sigh. i still gotta iron work clothes. what's for lunch? sigh. i don't feel like cooking. i want to just crawl to bed and do nothing. i feel like bailing out of tv. as to why i am not quite sure. perhaps it's the chicken in me taking over. perhaps. ok, let's just blame the chicken.
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