policy
 today is absolutely all nerves. tattoo nerves, finals nerves (world politics), and the underlying psychological response of some guy in san francisco reading a spreadsheet with all my hard work that could make or break an account, put into a cookie press, squeezed out into little acceptable dots, critiqued for any and all bad perceptions, then neatly emailed back to me and all my bosses and their bosses and their bosses' bosses' boss.

i don't feel like i live in omaha, or kansas city, though. meaning that i'm not slipping comfortably via indie song and new d&g shoes into some new long term role. i still wonder where corporate culture has room for an invasive plant such as me. i dont even know how i identify. i don't identify. we're hawking education, though. not useless products, or things that actually need intensive marketing strategies.

study, drew.