scared scared. i like cheese.

My NMIT graduates photography exhibition is tomorrow night. i'm scared. i'm never scared. i called my exhibited work 'i like cheese.' i had to drive into city today. you cant make right turns anywhere. what the fuck is a hook turn. i dont really want to know. a truck driver made me cry on elizabeth st. i only cry when tired. i hate the city. full of black and white monotonous suits bustling around, pushing shoving. frequently checking their solid gold watches, weighing them down with both material and emotional weight, forgetting why they're rushing, they just move. move move move. when will people rest.
sigh
so tired.
im only working about 8 hours a day but i feel like my life is being sucked dry with every extra dollar placed into my bank account. once paid off debts have decided to be poor but happy again.
i dont know how people work 8 hours a day. seems wrong to me. Four, maybe.

ok im getting temporarily deep and not-very-meaningful, enough pink floyd for me tonight.

fuck. just remembered why i started this journal, my exhibition.

argh im scared again now.

sigh

i like cheese.