Heard you can't climb or get it up

I've been having trouble resting, recently. Same goes for last night. I woke up tired but couldn't get back to sleep. And I was going to have breakfast at Lee and Me with Gen and Leila at around 11ish, so there was a long wait to eat.

But once there, it was a nice droll of a day. It was distracting in anycase from how upset I was yesterday and how not-willing I am in dealing with it today.

Gen is moving to Canberra. Did you know? I didn't.

We had a roving tour of woman's intimates in Wollongong, hoping to catch glimpses of work I had done while at GAZAL. We mostly found all my basic spot and stripe patterns. And mostly in Trade Secret.

What really got my goat was seeing work I had laboured months over cast away in favour of different designs. People wouldn't think a lot of design goes into a single garment, but when you think about it, everything from care labels to coat hangers are also talked about, designed, criticised, re-designed, cast away, and restarted several times. It was just frustrating to see how shit my work actually looked on the shelf when I knew it would look shit when made with shitty, cheap materials. Or worse, having it all replaced with hideous artwork. And it's frustrating because I tried to design with the end product in mind but was shot for it.

Tonight I started the West Wing with pizza. One disc down. Seven seasons to go.

Fruit of the Moment: petrol reneging