I am in a sour mood. My family is flailing around madly and I am on the edge. It's like skating around the ice playing crack the whip and I'm at the end of the chain. But no body will let go.

The Folk Fest business is becoming the center of my universe. The worse things go the more stressed my mother becomes, the more work I have to do and the worse it all looks from a distance.

I am tired. Point. I am completely exhausted and therefore I am creating crap. My lantern looks like a robot, and I am frustrated to such an extent I could cry. I would mention details, but only one person reading this would actually understand, so I'll spare you.

I have come to the conclusion that the 5 hours that I spent today accomplished very little, and I need to take it all apart and put a different skin on it. This will not be fun.