you be illin'

suggetsed track: "holy diver" by dio

i haven't done anything since wednesday afternoon. at least art wise/work wise. it's been a busy weekend, and my sleeping has become atrocious. normally when i go through my extended periods of poor sleep, i can function, go about my day, etc. but this kind of poor sleeping is killing me. i'm apathetic, lethargic, unfocused, etc. not good. i need to get on track.

i spent all afternoon and night on friday helping roscoe install his MFA show. 14 hours. it was a lot of fucking work, especially since the freight elevator was broken, and everything had to be carried up the stairs. roscoe and kevin did most of the hauling though. i was there from one in the afternoon until three in the morning. his show looks fucking great though, and was incredibly ambitous. i bought him a 12 year old bottle scotch as a congratulations present. it's his favorite brand, and a little steep, but it was worth it. he started to get all teary eyed. i really wanted to get him a bottle and i'm glad i did. it's going to be like losing a limb when he leaves. i'm getting choked up just thinking about it.

on a pissy note: my piece in the student show is hung terribly. i'm super pissed off. it's in a case, far away from the gallery down the hall, around the corner, down the stairs. the case is in front of a huge bay window, so you can't even see the painting because the glare is so strong. that's if you even make the effort to walk around and see it. i was so pissed when i saw it, i just fucking stormed out of there. i'm going to send a letter to the gallery, and voice my displeasure. what the fuck is the point of displaying my work if it can't be seen? i guess it shows which pieces the jurors liked and which ones they really didn't.