Today I forced myself to go to class so that I could (finally) aquatint my latest etching. After arriving awkwardly late, I discover the entire acid room plus nearest sink are closed and out of order due to some sort of plumbing issue.
So I had to spend the class finding odd ends to work on. Which was well, I suppose, since it forced me to actually work on the large etch I've been planning forever but hadn't actually started.
But I like to think I wasn't meant to go to class at all today. Because while applying asphaltum the jar exploded on me and completely showered me and my clothes, of which I am fairly fond. (aprons don't save everything. And, I know, I know, I shouldn't have been dressed so nice in the studio, but I was going out right after!)
Great day for the sink to be not working. Not that asphaltum comes out whatever you do anyway.
I had to strip in the bathroom and wear my coat like a flasher. Dropped the clothes off at the dry-cleaners in vain attempt that their cleaning magic will work. Cheered myself up by watching movies with Abosy and painting my nails with gold glitter.
Right now the neighbors are having a party, which was slightly awkward to pick through the smokers on the sidewalk to get through the gate. Not as awkward as the blinds up in the living room that unconsciously made a fool of me as I tried to open one of the painted-shut windows (it's SO BLOODY COLD in this apartment ALL THE TIME) while people sitting in the back yard watched me struggle and fail. Ha.
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