School Is Hard and Life Is Stupid

The prints from the pre-order have been ordered from my printer. I would print them on my home printer, because I do have a very expensive one that I purchased for this sort of thing, but it is so full of cat hair that no prints make it out of there without at least one flaw. So, I order them from a business that does not have cats lounging on their printers at all hours of the day and night.

As soon as I get them, I will sign them, repackage them, and ship them out to you.

I am really struggling lately, as I know a lot of us are. I cannot keep up with school, and, I’m having a really hard time prioritizing it or caring about it at all. Which really sucks, because I love learning as much as I love painting. But I have no place to go to be alone and to focus on myself and my studies. I’m surrounded by people all the time and I just can’t think.

just a selfie so the post isn’t so flat

When I say that I have nowhere to be alone and to think, I mean it. There isn’t even a coffee shop in my town that isn’t a fast food restaurant. And the next town over is 27 miles and I can’t drive into town every day. We’re a four-person family with only one car.

Add to that, my recent gluten sickness and perimenopause symptoms that I can’t get help with from my GP.

I already wanted to take the semester off before my dog died and then after he died I considered it again, but everyone around me told me I shouldn’t. I never listen to myself and I always regret it.

I did email my advisor about dropping the semester, but she forwarded my email on to the head of the English department. I really just wanted to exit quietly and not make a fuss, but now I have to wait to hear back from her.

Anyway, I’m going to start working on the Squish exhibit as soon as the Squishies start sending me their references. That’s a little bit of hope that I’m holding on to.

And in more positive news, we’re getting a new puppy. We’re adopting him from a rescue in St. Louis and we get to pick him up on Thursday. He’s not yet three months old.

❤ Liz
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