Frustration and sleep deprivation

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Worry is evil. Staying awake all night worrying that you won't get to an early morning meeting on time is ridiculous. But it's easy to do on the heels of two nights of questionable sleep for other equally stupid reasons--at that point, your brain is pretty much out of control. It's also easy to do when you have a 20 mile commute down a crowded highway and you feel like the people you work for are just waiting for you to screw up. So this is Wednesday and I feel like I've already worked a week... unfortunately, not on what I would like to. I was hoping to get back on the bathroom project tonight but I hit the wall early. I had to go get a prescription at 8 and I felt like I was too tired to drive to the CVS at the end of the block. But I managed to accomplish a little something anyway. I was finally able to add a "blog" link to all the pages of my site, which has been on my to-do list for some time. It was a good night to take care of some mindless tasks, including rearranging my schedule to accommodate my loss of sleep and inability to function. Hopefully I will make up for that tonight and feel normal again tomorrow, which can be described as frustrated, impatient, trapped in a seemingly endless negative work situation, but at least semi-conscious, depending on what time of day you ask me.

I got to the meeting on time, by the way. And I got my prescription. Gotta love allergy season.

So I reworked my schedule and now I only have milestones set for the bathroom project instead of all projects. When I finish that I'll schedule the next one, which will either be the car wash or the character. I'm determined to finish the modeling this weekend, and I'm thinking of starting over on the sink bowl. The pedestal is fine but I think the bowl can be better. Modeling isn't my specialty but I want to do it right, at least as right as possible.

I had an idea for a character today that's loosely based on my grandmother. It actually came from an idea I had for an animation last summer when she died--it was sort of a coping mechanism that helped me find humor in a bad situation. I let it go after a while without any real plans to produce it but I still think of it on occasion. My grandmother was someone who could always laugh at herself and would laugh even harder if you were laughing too. So in that spirit, I think my character will be a sort of affectionate caricature of her, one I hope she would appreciate and find funny. Stay tuned.

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