Posted on October 8, 2017October 8, 2017 Life is shit, but there are things that are not shit: The Met Breuer Sottsass show (dick vase, drawings), the Deadeye Dick show at Peter Freeman¹. The latter is one of the best I have seen in New York and the thing was joyful. Going back when I resume work on Tuesday, good lunch break, plus I want to take a picture of the _ _ portrait of Bellamy. | I took 4 days off work and so far the 4 days have involved someone telling me what a shit I am. It is not fun, but I am nice anyway. And not in the way I am nice to Captain Yale because that is a false nice used to manipulate our boss into thinking that everything is just fucking fine at the office. I stopped by the office to pick up a copy of a book containing an interview I transcribed to give to the person who has been telling me what a shit I am. | I am a person whose love language (I have never read that book) involves making shit for other people (objects, projects, writing), making shit with other people in mind, filling IRL mailboxes with greetings in the form of _s with, by now, illegible handwritten text, etc. This hasn’t changed since I was little and it all started with a painted _ I gave my father on Father’s Day. He brought the thing to the office and kept it in all his offices since I gifted it to him, so I figured he liked it. I have never given my mother anything but heartbreak, but that’s not to write that I don’t love her. I try to love her. | I have to stay focused the next few weeks. I have to be a good friend over the next few weeks. I have to be good. I have to recover my routine. I have to schedule time with my analyst. I have to recover some interest in my 9 to 5. | How I describe my 9 to 5 to other people I have a dumb, architecture related job. It may be dumb, but I do it well.