So no personal info, and no talking about people in my life that might not want to be discussed on the internet.

So in the past 24 hours: I had my eyebrows waxed, which is so not noteworthy except i'm horrendously lazy when it comes to plucking, and as i hadn't tweezered in over a month i bit the bullet and paid �7.50 for somebody to sort them out. 5 minutes later i had Hollywood eyebrows, and I'm officially a convert =oD I had my hair done (sporting extreme red patches around my newly-waxed brows), also not news-worthy but it had been a year since i last got it done, and I was rivalling Mary-Kate in the scraggy-hair, Cousin It department. I had an exhibition of my work open in the City Centre, where i had to have photos taken; the stuff nightmares are made of (thank Christ for my new hair and brow combo). I'm so ambivilent about having my work in public though - I appreciate it a great deal when people tell me how good it is, but i hate networking and selling myself. I'm just so, so bad at it and all i can do at openings is clutch my wineglass and try very hard to absorb what people are saying to me and try to respond. I find it all so stressful, and maybe that's why i don't pursue it with any great gusto. I still don't FEEL it - this work is kind of easy for me, churned out but not a labour of artistic love: yup, I'm an ingrate. And kind of a fake.

When I finally move into my own house, I'll have a room to use as a studio again, and I can paint, be creative. It's hard to be artistic when everything you own is in boxes and you and your partner are living in one room.