Headless Chicken

With URTAs a matter of HOURS away, I am running my ass off trying to get everything done that needs to get done that I can think of.

Yesterday, I had to head way the help uptown to pick up a prescription. The only time I could possibly run this errand was last night. So imagine my near-hissy fit when I arrive at the counter, having spent an hour and a half on buses, only to have them tell me they closed two minutes ago. I told my sob story, found the restroom, nearly lost my shit, then I came back and they had found my prescription. Thank god.

Then today I spent all of tonight frantically trying to compose visual research for my new concept of Midsummer, which I couldn't match to my old imagery. Left work early to try to get to the library before 5. But I couldn't find the right bus. So I hoofed it over to the library. Frantically pulled my books off the library before racing to the counter. Only to be turned away at 5.02. This woman would not check me out! Are you kidding me? In addition to being out of breath and without my books, I was also really overheated. In 9F weather, I still managed to get too hot.

Tried navigating ridiculously crowded trains to get home. Since I wasn't able to check out my books, I tried a new tactic. Book stores and receipts. I was all excited when I found a Matisse book in the bargain section of B&N. Ran upstairs to go through the arts section. Found a few options, but when I plunked down to flip through them, I couldn't find any images. But I think I might keep the Phaidon Book for my own reference. With only a couple images, none of what I found in the library books (I petulantly flipped through since I couldn't check them out.) Headed over to the Borders to see if I could find the fauvism book. And their selection was even less useful.

I stopped by my Saturday job to print off a couple of things, and discovered they had a color printer. I was able to google all of my images and then some. And I didn't even have to go to Kinkos!

The goal was to get home by 10PM for House. Ran out in the bitter cold for food. Found a strawberry smoothie, which really hit the spot. And I got home just in time to settle in, try to do some last minute organizing.

Goal for tomorrow = get there on time. try not to lose my shit. interview well. And if I succeed, I get margarita.