its 248 am and everyone is asleep.
my project is called space box B. i have a pretend client in class who i interviewed. now, its my job as the designer to put together the most sickest room ever, well, of course, the room of her wishes. so far, im not so content with what i put. you know what they say, 'you are youre worst crititc' and i criticize myself pretty harshly. ive been lacking self-confidence for the past 2 weeks.

ive been working on my project all day and my legs are killing me.

it rained.
jesse left the carseat, and stroller in my patio. . .


now, theyre soaking wet.