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I felt fine when I got to school today. I felt fine until halfway through my afternoon drawing class, and then BAM! I've been hit with the dizzy-woozies. I stagger instead of walk, and even sitting without weaving is taking quite a bit of effort. One of the women in my class ran out halfway through to get sick, and another had to leave early today. She looked like absolute shit. I fear I've been suddenly hit with Metal Arts ebola.
I was going to stay in and work on my third bezel tonight. It's due tomorrow. But I definitely don't want to be using any high-speed machinery tonight. Nosirree.
Instead, I'm going to stay home and work on my newest project, which is due in two weeks. It's going to be gorgeous. I'm making a leather and cotton tribal dance belt, embellished with twenty-four wool tassels, twenty-four silver band rings, six box bezel stones, and six cuttle-cast decorative strips. What hell have I carved out for myself? I'll make the tassels tonight. It's the most braindead of the tasks I need to do, and my mind has gone AWOL, along with my sense of balance.
I do have good news, though. Theresa from my kung fu class (oh, will I ever make it to kung fu again???) is a total sweetie-pants and is giving me her old Walkman. I could kiss her! Except that then she'd get my Metal Arts ebola, and then she'd hate me forever....
I was going to stay in and work on my third bezel tonight. It's due tomorrow. But I definitely don't want to be using any high-speed machinery tonight. Nosirree.
Instead, I'm going to stay home and work on my newest project, which is due in two weeks. It's going to be gorgeous. I'm making a leather and cotton tribal dance belt, embellished with twenty-four wool tassels, twenty-four silver band rings, six box bezel stones, and six cuttle-cast decorative strips. What hell have I carved out for myself? I'll make the tassels tonight. It's the most braindead of the tasks I need to do, and my mind has gone AWOL, along with my sense of balance.
I do have good news, though. Theresa from my kung fu class (oh, will I ever make it to kung fu again???) is a total sweetie-pants and is giving me her old Walkman. I could kiss her! Except that then she'd get my Metal Arts ebola, and then she'd hate me forever....
