I am in a foul mood.
If there is such a thing as postpartum depression for an artist and his show, I would have it.
To be clear, last night was fantastic. Truly so. I do have photos of the food and crowd and art, but for simplicities sake this afternoon, I left my personal belonging at the Slap-n-Tickle until tomorrow, and that includes my camera.
That all said, today I hit a wall. Hard. I am cranking and foul and dark. I want to think that I can take a moment and less it pass and go out and join my friends for the tail-end of the evening, but I am not sure…
I am tired, and overheated, a little burned out and feeling more than a touch overlooked.
I am sure it will pass quickly enough.
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