Time, where does it all go? I never seem to have enough time. I'm like the White Rabbit, running around looking frantically at my pocket watch (I seldom wear a wrist watch, it's always buried in the bottom of my bag or pocket) and muttering to myself. Need to calm down!
My brain is a bit full at the moment. Full of a rotten cold. Full of stress. Full of school. Full of homework (or rather, full of panic about homework not started, or not done, or not good enough, or due in, or...or...or). Full of exhibition panic. Full of family stuff. Full of fed-up-with-winter.
Just full. I think there's stuff falling out of my head, never to be seen again.
I'm 48, female, just finished a two year course in Visual Arts, and am now back in the market for a job (boo!). I worked in the library field for the better part of three decades and two years ago took the plunge from a job that made me unhappy to go back to school. I've loved every moment of it and as soon as I have enough money to tide me over being a poverty stricken student I'm going back for more!