I'm suffering from inspiration and desperation. Today I went to a training session and wanted to take an eternal nap from the inanity of filling out forms for 6.5 hours. At least I'm one step closer to paying off my student loans, right?
But even while I try to keep my chin up, I lament officially signing up to be a glutton for punishment when I could be attending Mark Ryden's opening night at the Paul Kasmin Gallery this Thursday. On the invite (a pop up card that I'll upload later), it states to dress up Old Tyme. I probably wouldn't but decided I would in my virtual life.