annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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I could have loved you, Vincent
First I'd like to urge you to check out
Ms Brazil's comic-strip blog , which I just love. I even tried to have a go myself, but it is so hard - where do you start, words or pictures? Not being able to draw is a disadvantage as well - I ended up with a lot of pictures of myself under the bed covers, surrounded by half-read books, coffee cups and over-flowing ash trays, with the cat sitting on my back. All the action, such as it was, I told in words. Not much point really, but I'm hoping to do a proper drawing course in the autumn so who knows. Meanwhile I'm thinking of having a go at a proper little stretch of local houses:
I want to do it from a photo, but not at that angle and there are always cars everywhere. I shall have to go and explore some of the wider roads. That's my grandson standing in our street.
By the time Jane's birthday 'tea and cake party' came round this afternoon, I was pretty fucked. The deadline for Sara's dissertation was 5 o'clock. I thought she'd finished the dratted thing, but apparently not. Lots of stressy stressy stressy, far too much, and not enough paper, then not enough black ink in the printer. Oy. I've always been too anxious to leave important stuff till the actual deadline. I have to hand things in 24 hours early, in case things go wrong, because they bloody do, about half the time.
When Sara came back later, she showed me the copy and on the inside page: Acknowledgements - I would like to thank my mum for her patience and interest in the subject, for letting me talk at length about portraits and for her skills as a proof reader. Aw. I was really touched. Mind you I deserved it - Jesus I could write my own essay about fucking portraits - I know more than I thought possible about the bloody Arnolfini Marriage, though I still find it creepy.
So what with that and Julia (see previous entry), by the time I fetched up at Jane's I was on the edge of my nerves and only managed about ten minutes. Shame. I'd have been OK if the other guests were strangers, or if they were friends, but I knew most of them vaguely, which means small talk, of the 'Oh, hello Anna, are you still teaching? Really, why not?' variety and I'm shite at that.
Tomorrow I'm having a tooth out and then my calender will finally be free of dread-inducing appointments. For a while at least. I shall take a valium or maybe two.
Grateful for:
Chinese takeaway; cocoa; Jane; Ren coming round and doing silly Jagger impressions which made us laugh till we cried; still being here, alive and moaning, against all the odds.
Sweet dreams xx
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10:54 p.m. - 04/06/2008
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