My bedroom floor is covered in paper, photos, newspaper clippings, sketches, maps and the odd snot rag.
I've been spending the evening getting my sketchbook ready for the exhibition. (Mini eek.) And apart from this occasional mini eek, it makes me a very happy girl.
So happy and content in fact that I completely forgot to eat any tea. Whoops. Small snack of houmous and pitta has revived me now though.
Woke up this morning feeling a bit winky, I mean wonky in the brain. I think my head has just been quite near to exploding several times this week. But I'm trying my very best not to get too anxious, and to just take each day at a time. I can't be perfect. I can only be me.