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Monday, October 24, 2005

› by victoria

I am in the weirdest state of mind today.

Due to staying up until 3:30 AM with Biff, encouraging him and glueing his pieces of illustration board with the grayscale different media textures all over them to the other piece of illustration board with exactly 1/8" between each piece, 100 pieces... I went to bed at 3:30 too. Staying up late with a cigarette in one hand and trying to make small talk that falls face-forward in the muffling silence because I can hear the radiator turning on and Biff's hands are raw from holding the utility knife handle for the past 8 hours because that is how long he was working on it.

10 panels by 10 panels, each 1" by 1/2", each with a different kind of artistic texture: pen, gouache, ink, glue, pencil, marker, oil pastel, newspaper.

I am very lucky. I got to sleep in for almost 2 extra hours, go to bed when Biff left at 7 and get up around 8:40: Biff had to get up at 6:30 AM. I didn't even hear the alarm clock to wake him up; i remember hearing a funny sound like a gigantic termite vomiting up a hair-wad as I struggled to get awake. it was the sound of Biff with the utility knife trimming the matte board around the edges. I got out of bed and staggered over to the living room where Biff was all dressed-hat-coat-everything and I grabbed a handful of cheap granola bars, maybe 4 or 5, and shoved them into his bag because i knew if I didn't do that then he probably wouldn't have had anything to eat while he was at school today.

I also have 2 energy drinks with me, the eternal staff and prop of my tired age. I already drank one and I am hoping that I won't have to drink the other.

The card catalogue in my brain is supplementing the one at work since our entire circulation/online card catalogue is down, so I am forced to find items by recall. I am good at this, go me.

I am tired. If I repeat myself or say something downright offensive or look at you funny, it's because the top of my head literally feels flat, my mouth feels dull, and let's face it, I'm not really thinking.

Biff thanked me at 3:30 AM. "Thank you so much Victoria...I couldn't have done it without you. I really couldn't have." That makes it worth it.




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