My sudden dislike for glossy surfaces got me into a little tacky situation. It became interesting, and at the end of the day I was drained by the mental frustration It accumulated from a cranky Kermit and an over-manipulated image.

Yes the printers have got names. Black Betty and Kermit.

Kermit probably deserves his name because he spouts too much green all over any images that he prints. Black Betty… well let’s just say that I fell in love with her the first time, but she started leaking [the horror that caught Cherie's attention immediately] so I had to use the ‘father’ printer to produce my first piece.

YJ turned a little pink, just that tad slight that probably only Cherie and I can see [just because she was there all the way with me], and I wish the picture could’ve been a pure greyscale. But I guess… good enough. Really, really good enough.

[Refer to previous post on what I'm rambling about.]

My second picture sort of screwed up with Kermit. I refused to go to the jumbo expensive printer. Don’t want to waste my quota and anyway I still have time. Quality quality quality. I want something that can match up to my portrait, although I doubt that any of my pieces so far can go anywhere near my studio photoshoot.

That excitement and frustration combined with a low-energy camp meeting resulted in another exhausted physique with little left to do anything productive to prepare for the next day’s class(es). And I haven’t even began flipping through my resources to discuss with Deb tomorrow. I’m dead.

There are some things that I just need to let go and not think about, because I don’t need anymore unnecessary additional things to think about and be exhausted from. I am constantly spent at the end of each day for the past two and a half weeks – in both good and bad ways. And I suppose that is an indication that discipline has to be my ultimate guideline… Or I’ll crash and burn. Soon enough.