Bad Day

It's a bad day for notreallylois. It actually started over the weekend, I guess, but each time I suffered a setback or problem, I was able to recover.

Friday I bought a few pieces from the ceramics department at school. Two bowls from an artist I love, and a mug without a handle (technically, a goblet). I set out washing said ceramics pieces Saturday morning and the goblet quickly shattered and sliced off a big chunk of my right hand.

Recovered. Fixed leaky toilet (thanks, Dad, for the over the phone diagnostics). Painted. Framed some paintings.

Yesterday, my painting and framing continued. I managed to put a nail under my thumbnail. Blood is difficult to get off of oak lattice. Managed to melt down while talking to my dear friend [notreally] Gladys. Hung up and finished what I needed to finish.

Today, though, I had my arse handed to me on a platter in critique. I am now questioning what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks I am doing spending all this money and time in art school. Okay, I checked my ego at the door, but I am really struggling - and the last days of the semester might be the worst time to have this happen.

I feel as though I might vomit.