So there’s a gallery show tomorrow. My stuff is going to be there. As of this minute, I have zero items in my possession that I’m going to have on display tomorrow. At 2pm. Less than 23 hours from now.

In fact, I won’t have more than half of the work until 12pm tomorrow. 1 hour before the deadline for having everything in order. And then it’s a 30 minute trip downtown. If I can find a ride. 45 minutes to take a taxi.

I am more than mildly stressed. I don’t have any clue what my space looks like. I don’t even know yet how I’m going to hang the pieces. I don’t know if I’m getting the temp walls I requested because I asked for them so late.

Yes, you’re doing this just the way you do things, Scott. Well played, bringing undue stress into your life. God, you’re an idiot.

And what am I doing? Sitting here typing a blog post about it. I should be out getting hardware, making last minute preps. I think all of the butterflies in my stomach have nervous people in theirs. It’s a circle of nervousness and tension.

Drinking multiple large cups of cafe con leche isn’t helping. I need to get going.