I am pretty sure that I am not a robot. I am tired. Pretty sure robots don't get tired. Perhaps they can be programmed to get tired though. I can't believe that tomorrow is Wednesday. These days just keep flying by. I worked on two separate robots today. I've determined that I will finish six or seven of them before the end of the semester. That's a lot of work to be pumping out, but what else is this life about anyway? I like working.
Sculpture is a weird thing for me. It still doesn't feel exactly comfortable. I still want to draw and paint things all over everything. I suppose there really isn't a problem in that thinking, but I would like the two to compliment each other, not be a detriment....
So far so good.