fucking christ i hate being sick. i can barely wake up, my skin feels like it's on fire, my head is pounding, hurts to swallow.
and of course, this happens around finals, when i have to bust my ass to finish shit in time.
here are some illustrations for my boombox collection coffee table book for advanced layout. i've since changed the color on the standing one to green, and the gray boomboxes aren't going to be there. in their place is going to be a photograph of a boombox printed on card stock and die cut, that can be taken out and examined (it's going to be printed front and back), and slipped back into place.
i'm ambitious. maybe too much.