Catch up day for branddave, which makes it weird!  July 4th came on quick, it always does.  You are just humming along in June and then all of a sudden there is the end of the month, the holiday, the evacuation of the city, and a vacuum of feelings.

Ran around Friday after typically spending the week not working hard enough, so all my projects could be accomplished before the weekend.  I always set my self up to fail somehow - stall, then run out of time, tell myself I have no choice to make compromises BECAUSE of time, and then feel guilty about it all afterward.  An endless cycle. I do it ALL the time.

Anyway. Got a lot done today (Saturday) that needed to get done.  Cards folded, shirts made.  Rushed out to Wharf last night late, and dropped the small # of prints I had made, and all the cards that sat here for a week waiting for the prints.  Of course, the trip played with my head, because when I got there the store was reorganized (good) but I was still grouped with pet products (bad).  Set me on a sour course! 

Frustrated before bed, I knew it was best to email then, and get it out of my head.  Maybe a little harsh, but so frustrated with this whole thing, ever since Steven.  UGH.

Anyway, hex off to the flea market, and tennis with Bill, so I was on my own, and feeling blue towards the end of the day.  I always feel like this on holiday.  Sorry for myself for not having the social life I envision.  And feeling stuck in a rut of home work emma tv.  

Anyway, low blood sugar leads to a low mood.  Here I am at the studio, saturday night, in my feelings.  Time to go home.