Although I've become a pessimist to some extent, I generally don't think or say things like "i'm having a bad day" and so on. But last week was completely shitty. I had a bad week. Sunday my back went out somehow (not sure why) which left me crawling on hands and knees for a few days. I had to pee in a bowl, because the bathroom was too far away and how was I supposed to stand up? It was also the final week of school, which is usually a killer. To top it off, it was end-of-days for camilla and I. We broke up just before my final presentation.
Great.
So I'm glad it's next week now. The stress, the pain and the sadness had lifted somewhat. We still live together, although we stay in different rooms and we're trying to play by new rules for the time being.
On the way to Hendersonville to race cross this song made me cry, and I'm not sure why. I guess it doesn't matter.
Here is something i designed in Furniture Studio this quarter.