My balloon room thing worked out fine. I had all these bright balloons with different-colored paint splatters on them, hung all over and spotlit to make weird shadows on the walls. There was a path you took through the room and then back out. I played “99 Luftballoons” in the background. I had to! Come on, it was totally called for.

But oh my god, I was at the studio until FOUR AM that night (Wednesday). Working on both the balloon room and another drawing, which was also due at NINE AM the next day. Oh, that was one of the most pointless “nights” of sleep I’ve ever had.

The only way I was able to stick it out that late was, honestly, because I was using a friend’s studio for the installation, and she was in there working on her own painting the entire time. If I’d had to be in there that late alone? I probably would have gone home much earlier and both the drawing and the installation would’ve been much crappier. I need a buddy for things like that. Same goes for exercise. If nobody is there to see me wimpily give up and stop jogging, I’ll just stop jogging.

So, just now I was at the studio attending a lecture. When it was over, I was walking around and suddenly I had this awful oh, shit feeling. I went to the bathroom and sure enough, I had gotten my period. (And I was wearing underwear I really liked, too, so that sucks.) Of course I was unprepared, so I drove all the way home to get a tampon. Once in the bathroom, I realized that the tampons were still in the shopping bag from the other day, which was still in the car, and so I hadn’t had to drive home after all.

D’OH! I am a dumbass. Happy weekend, everyone.