The final countdown.
Head. Banging. Brickwall.
Pit of selfworthlessness.
Inspiration needed desperately.
Home to concentrate.
24 days to go. (ok this one is four long but does '24' really count as a word)
Advertising is gay. (its not but sometimes it feels that way)
Extra strong coffee.
General dogsbody needed.
Facebook THE distraction.
My pens poised.
Blank sketch pad.
My heads empty.
Just Do It. (wise words of my tutor about having an idea you're not sure about)
Be a man. (more words from a friend, i was told to shut up, toughen up, and be a man. basically stop moaning and do my work)
Sun shining outside.
Shops are calling.
Degree show looming.
Portfolio hand in.
and finally, My Works Done. (ok im not at this final part yet but be warned when i do get to here there will be celebrations galore).
right then i suppose i better be a man and just do it.
does someone have a gun?? no not to shoot myself but to the finish one last three worded phrase - Ready... Steady...