I quit my 'pocket money earning' weekend cafe' job of three years. This is a H U G E thing for me. It was such an ingrained part of my routine and my life and you have no idea what this means for me. I will be a new woman. Right now though I feel like an old woman, and totally un-liberated. I feel deathly. I think this is the three years of hospitality crashing down on me like Sarah's fake room does in Labyrinth (dramatic I know). Below is this thing I made. Is it possible for someone to use SO MUCH colour that they become totally desensitized to it? It's kind of like when you say a word over and over and over and it loses all meaning.