Agitation

This afternoon finds me in a state of irritation/agitation that little or nothing can shift.

Principally becuase I am concerned about meeting my tutor tomorrow with nothing or little done in the five days since the final crit.

Although it is more likely that the mere act of having to see my tutor is resonsible. At the crit: Would Mr Harrison and the rest of the Studio pray meet her at nine am tomorrow? We were there, bleary eyed and worse for wear, at eight thirty. She arrived at twenty past nine, and wasted our time reiterating what we already knew. Then finished with the threat of wanting to meet us further.

Friday: electronic mail summoning Mr Harrison to see her at his earliest possible convienience on Monday. Why? Mr Harrison knows full well what needs rectifying with his work. This meeting will only waste time. Hopefully it shall be the last such before the examiners come in a week tomorrow.

And I wonder why I have recurring migraines? What should one expect after three months relentless hard graft?