The biggest pain doing a piece of work is to see yourself destroy it as you try to make it better. It’s amazing how much this piece is representative of so many things that have happened. I so want to give up…
Whenever I go back to camp and have to deal with all the problems, I really feel like screaming my head off and beating the shit out of them. But as I am repeatedly reminded, that’s the most counter-productive method of getting things done. I hate how it is so counter intuitive. At least now, there suddenly seems to be hope.
