Tired like a ghost.

Having the studios at this college open for use until 1 am is both a blessing and a curse.

Oh, sweet boner, why are you so long and hard? I am dead freaking tired ... and I'm not done yet. One, maybe two more nights ... this week, anyway. If I'm incoherent, if I'm cranky, if I fall asleep in the middle of a conversation ... humour me. It's not you, and it will pass, hopefully by Thursday.

At least I can certifiably defend myself when some asshat instructors claim the second-year Drawing majors are slackers and have done 'insufficient work'. If I can lug eleven canvases to a studio this morning and cover an entire wall with half of my completed work, I think someone needs to get in touch with their students and research before they look like pompous dictators.

And on a random note ... yet slightly relevant because I feel like I'm a walking ghost town myself, I nabbed this link from firesignwriter:

http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/

It's a site of photos put together by a woman who takes motorcycle rides through the Chernobyl fallout area. Haunting. And beautiful.