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I'm really sick of the rage. It's no better than the depression really: I still can't focus or enjoy anything or bring myself to work on anything. I just sit in a seething ball of hate and try not to hurt myself or anything else.
I'm sick of it. It can go away now.
I watched Red Sonja this weekend for the first time since VCRs disappeared off this planet. I had watched it enough times as a kid that I could still remember the music, and a bit of the dialogue.
It's a bad movie, but I still love it. And I had forgotten about the epic headgear in it. I have no idea who the costume designer was, or why they made half of those hats, but I'm in love. XD It's just to weird and out there and kind of avaunt guard that I want to draw them. I also forgot how much I loved Sonja's red cloak thingie. Incredibly simple but really cool.
Right, temp is coming in again today, I should shut up and look like I actually work. :/
I'm sick of it. It can go away now.
I watched Red Sonja this weekend for the first time since VCRs disappeared off this planet. I had watched it enough times as a kid that I could still remember the music, and a bit of the dialogue.
It's a bad movie, but I still love it. And I had forgotten about the epic headgear in it. I have no idea who the costume designer was, or why they made half of those hats, but I'm in love. XD It's just to weird and out there and kind of avaunt guard that I want to draw them. I also forgot how much I loved Sonja's red cloak thingie. Incredibly simple but really cool.
Right, temp is coming in again today, I should shut up and look like I actually work. :/