Claire Hummel (shoomlah) wrote,
Claire Hummel
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damn my inexplicable love of The Francis

At this point I feel as if I actually deserve a break from my painting homework- I spent the greater part of the day cursing Zurbaran's name and taking a 5-hour nap, but, having since put on Nightwish, eaten something, and sworn to sacrifice myself upon the altar of painting, I've been far more productive and generally cheerful. Having everyone out of the room is helping too, as I feel far more comfortable frakking up my painting before going in to fix it. I'm pretty sure that's a good thing.

The past few weeks, to greatly understate, have been rather surreal and... Well, confusing, though in the best way possible. It's been an amazing ride the whole time, don't get me wrong, but a corner of my brain, heretofore unbeknownst to me, has awakened and destroyed any regularity in my life and thought patterns which I might have previously clung to. I'm still functioning- rather well, actually- it's just that I'm eating at different times, I'm finishing work in weird bursts of rapid productivity, and my socializing schedule has become almost completely nocturnal. Every time I think I'm slowly steering things back towards a more sane manner of organization, things all go marvelously awry and I find myself composing threatening letters sealed with skull signets or opening the door to find Malcolm Reynolds and Simon Tam standing there to greet me. That's the thing- I can't really complain, it's just that my head hasn't quite yet wrapped itself around my current situation.

Ah, the complex and confusing wonder that is my life. How I cherish it.

-Claire, who needs to just shut up and stop worrying.
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