Friday, October 19, 2012

The Last Day of Death

Last and final day of submission week and i want to cry my arms ache and my wrists ache from all the typing and laying-out-magazines and cutting sunboard to make 3d models of rooms I've never been in and my eyes need more than matchsticks to keep them propped up and my body is screaming for sleep but its desperate pleas are falling on deaf ears and why is it so hard to work like this every day for so long and get nothing out of it but tomorrow...tomorrow is when I get to go home and I cannot be happier about it.

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