Tonight I was in yoga class trying to achieve some sort of peace when it dawned on me that it is December. This Friday I have a gallery show/sale thingy for which I have sent out 600 invitations and told countless other people. But in yoga I realized I have yet to receive my order from the printer. The one with all my stock. I have not printed out anything of my own and I don’t have any stock left from the summer. Three of the next five days will be spent at work. That leaves me….screwed. Fuck.
I somehow thought I had another week somewhere between tomorrow and Friday, that secret week where times runs at 78 minutes per hour and there are deadlines. Needless to say it made for a fairly crappy yoga class. No Namaste there.