I think, maybe, I am not going to die. Two weeks now some sort of something has been gnawing at me. At first, I chalked it up to allergies but last week everything worsened: coughing, lethargy, my voice croaking, rattling. I've tried to sleep as much as possible. I may be on the mend.
Fittingly, we were watching Sicko in class this week.
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I am overworked.
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Saw a glimpse of page layouts for My Index today. Very cool.
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yes...there's something an artist has to protect against...living in the machine that society presents as normalcy...you are representative of a group--the canary in the mine, so to speak, so it makes sense that you are suffering this way. however, in order to keep your sanity, heart, and art intact, you have to make choices some of us don't allow ourselves. we all love you. please take care of yourself.
I hope you feel better soon. xo
I'm glad you're on the mend. Thinking about you. Will talk soon.
XO,
Tina
It's so easy to get caught up in what we do, and let ourselves get worn down. So, please remember to take care of yourself.
at least you arent under paid:)
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