This book project has me all topsy-turvy. My sleeping patterns have gone for a loop (you've got to love that whole gripping onto the pepper spray as you exit the design labs at 4.15am) - the world seems a very strange place when your sleep hours run into single figures and your daytime is filled with res admin and trying oh so hard to get InDesign to just... just... CO-OPERATE.
The Lucifer is leaving for her 21st birthday gift European tour. London France Belgium London. I am ever so jealous. Ian is contemplating Europe too, and is definitely off to Scotland sometime in the near future. Me, well, I'm in Grahamstown until the 11th of July. A very empty Grahamstown.
So while the first-year Journ students piddle off to Cape Town and Jo'burg for their internships at Glamour and GQ, and while Luce eats French pastries, and while Ian does everything I want to do before I get there (bitterly jealous - does it show?), it feels like I will be laying out this goddamn book in this Eastern Cape limbo until the end of time. I'm thinking a trip to to Port Alfred is in order. Or one to PE for that tattoo perhaps... maybe a little pain will pinch me out of this Albany nightmare.
I know I CHOSE to stay for Fest. And for the run-up, to get all manner of J4 projects 'out of the way' (read: slightly more conceptualised, nothing really done). I guess I just want home.
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