A day off, finally

I only work at the day job 3 days a week. That leaves me 4 days to get everything else done, and with the closing of my show/residency at blim, I'm now left with the web project at Helen Pitt Gallery, and that's not due to launch til March. M's coming to town in a week (ehehehehehehehehehehe) and other than a press release that I should be working on...and laundry...and scrolling thru craigslist---this is the first proper day off in what feels like a year.

It's the freelancer's curse, I guess. Moreso if you're an artist/writer/self-employed- you may have a few days off in the week, but really- all of that free time is spent hustling. Pitching, pitching, pitching- to magazines, to galleries, and I haven't even started on grant & residency applications yet. And then looking for job #2 because you're rolling dimes two days before payday---that's pitching too. It really is a full time desk job.

That's it, really.

Oh yeah, Obama smokes. Who knew? It kind of makes sense, given the campaign pressure- we all have our pressure valves, but still. Wow. He's a bad influence on smokers like me.