I have what’s known as an artist’s temperament. No. Scratch that. Take it and multiply by 100. That’s my temperament. Yes, I’m a flawed human being. Really, really flawed. When it comes to my art, I am easily wounded.
In the past, every commission I’ve made has gotten an effusive reaction. Like, embarrassingly effusive. The one I just finished got an “I’m warming up to it” and a “She’ll be pleased.” Um, WHAT? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!
I issued a partial refund (and a curt reply). I thought about issuing a full refund, but FUCK THAT. I put HOURS of work into this thing.
I just feel so shaken now.
Also, my son took a shit that somehow ended up on his feet.
Today is November 14, 2011. I call it National Poop Day.
Let’s think cheery thoughts now. Think cheery thoughts. Think cheery thoughts. Think cheery thoughts.