I'm not usually unhappy, strange though that might seem, but I've been rather depressed today as I have felt unwell. Well, even more than usually unwell. I've spent the whole day working on something -- a silkscreen -- that was a kind of courtesy for a parent. I asked for the artwork, and what I was given was so horrible I had the child of the parent redraw it. It still wasn't good, so I got up this morning and redid the thing, then scrubbed the screen, went out to make transparencies, buy emulsion. Came home, mixed and applied the emulsion, set the screen to dry, set up the light, waited -- the screen took forever to dry. Finally burned it and washed it out. What a drag -- all day concerned with that when I felt rotten and probably should've just stayed in bed. Not that ever DO, but I might've. Or at least bumbled about with no timetable. We'll be printing the whatevers (whatever they send me) on Tuesday -- may it go well and be finished. Because I was shifted from my artroom into a room that -- although very nice -- has none of the things I specified when they built the school (large sinks, sprayers, etc.), it will be a neat trick to wash out the screen. I think I probably will base the possibility of any future silkscreen activities on whether the washout is possible. Ugh! Don't I sound depressed -- going on and on about cleaning ink from screens. I have nothing that will cheer me up -- nothing is possible, I mean. I'm writing THIS to cheer me up. I'd better stop or I'll be looking for a noose, next.