Epic failures and successes

GOD. I'm going to fail my online Health class, the easiest, most convenient class in the world. It's pretty much set in stone by now. I missed two tests, basically because they're due at 4 p.m., when I am inevitably busy at work, not thinking about them, with my deadline blinders securely in place, doggedly plodding toward the finish. Then I come home and realize with a chill that I have missed another test or assignment, like discovering a dead pet hamster I forgot to feed.

I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to, more like can't, have two pursuits going at once. Work and school have never really gone well together for me. Work takes over. I come home and feel justified in not getting any schoolwork done, because I have been at work; writing, maxing out my brain, making money. School is fast losing its luster.

On another note, AAAAD on Friday went nicely, with a solid turnout that never made the space too crowded, good folk music, and high-quality art. Next month is a solo show by Russ Pope, an awesome artist who draws really cool bulbous heads and who, whaddya know, is already blogging about the cool shit he is building for the show.

Pics to come. Maybe. I shouldn't make so many promises.