Tomorrow

This stupid thing will be done tomorrow, maybe even tonight. Which is a good thing, because I am really beginning to hate it. I hate the colors, I hate all the work that I've put into it, I hate the really huge honking mistake that *yesterday* I discovered I had made. I did discover, through that mistake, that me fear of steeking is completely gone. After all, the only solution was to cut! (The problem? Think: Linda Evans...Dynasty...bad '80's fashion...)

How happy am I that this will be going to live with my mother soon? How happy that I can stop looking at it?

So close, so close, so close.