I have a serious case of the blues. I'm hungover and angsty and am simultaneously indulging in my melancholy and chastising myself for being so weak and selfish. I wasn't really happy with my artist's talk because I was fucking petrified at the sight of 30 people sitting and staring at me. Honestly I felt 13 again (but maybe this self-aware awkwardness was appropriate). Afterwards, I wanted to retire to my room and play Nirvana really loud and scream obscenities at my mom.
Then, a bunch of people talked about politics which, even with the current primary excitement, I find to be chillingly depressing.
Then Nathan, Julie and I went swimming and I wore wet clothes for far too long. I am a wet blanket in wet clothes and I smell like Teen Spirit. Nathan said it could be alcohol-induced depression hangover, which as a term and as a thought, only makes me more depressed.
Sidenote: Ivan and I hung out with Kate Horsfield the other night and that was really fun and awesome. Kate seems like an amazing woman and artist who's accomplished quite a bit. She and Ivan discussed Sadie Benning and her pixelvision camera, so I re-watched some of her early videos and fell in love all over again.