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Saturday, Mar. 21, 2009 - 8:27 a.m.

For the first time last night, I had the artisan equivalent of that dream-- you know the one-- the showing-up-on-the-last-day-of-class-because-you-forgot-you-were-enrolled-and-now-you-have-to-take-the-final-and/or-turn-in-the term-paper dream.

In my dream, I knew I was going to a show, but thought it was an outdoor show and instead it was an indoor show-- one of the ones where they've already provided an 8' table and you only have like 2' behing the table to stand. I had brought my canopy for a 10x10 ft space, and didn't have tablecloths or easels to display my work if I used their crappy table. It was going to suck.


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