I spent over 6 hours yesterday starting and working on this guy.
But wound up painting these guys.
Eve and I had an exemplar party last night. My apartment is resembling a warzone. There is construction paper bits EVERYWHERE, even in my bathroom. I think I have paint behind my ears and in my belly button.
It's hump day. But I still have 75% of my work to do.
I need to add at least 6 hours to every day to finish everything.
I need an IV to pump coffee in to me.
I have my Peace Corps interview next Wednesday.
I get fingerprinted at the ole police station today.
I told my dad that I had applied and had an interview, and I'm pretty sure he hates the idea. He gave me all of my student loan information, which until this time I've been pretty oblivious about. It sent me into a stake of anxiety, shock, and depression- which I am trying to push away and forget that I ever saw the amounts. I am, afterall, going to marry a 75 year-old multi-billionaire.