End of a Fucking Decade
And what a decade it was.
What a fucking self-indulgent sad day. But nonetheless I got a lot done. I zoomed ahead on the de Young iphone tour and started to truly clean out the editing/tape storage room.
And yet I’m all wound up. Stiff neck, agitated, wanting something I can’t quite put my finger on.
Cynthia left today. After we all stayed up until 3am getting our last hurray in.
