Ready or not, I have 34 pieces of art to take to Penrod. I feel that this is good, but that I should try to do even more. On one hand, this makes me feel like a crazy person, and on the other, it makes me so happy I am creating art. Saturday is the big day. It is far too late to try and shield myself from high expectations. I think that day died when my acceptance letter came in the mail. I am anxiously awaiting the big show.