Life may no longer be black and white, but my sketches are!
... too bad I don't have a scanner.
Yes. That's an excuse. I haven't been creatively motivated lately, beyond honing my mad sarcastic comeback skills on coworkers. I recently picked up a full time gig at the home-improvement warehouse, changing out tags basically. The hours are nice: early morning to a little after noon. It isn't as physically challenging as my old job. Guess the signifcant other's going to have to help me with the slack. There's a lot more interaction with people on a higher level than me, though; this could be troublesome. We'll see how it plays out.
I really, really suck at stream-of-thought journaling. In the last few weeks I've only managed five or six entries. Hopefully it's enough for my therapist to work with... ugh, not looking forward to that. I've been neglecting the other two projects, but they're at most two hours a piece.
My black labrador is fat. The vet had me stick her on a diet, and I believe it's working except for when her scavenging instincts kick into overdrive. Nothing is sacred to her when nobody's looking.
Nothing significant to report, really. I'm giving serious contemplation to breeding. Granted, we're not in the best financial situation, but we're not in debt either... and I managed to survive into quasi-adulthood, so theoretically I could instill something resembling common sense into my spawn. It's a deep decision though, and I'm in no hurry.
I need to finish the book I'm reading so that I can go re-read Kushiel's Dart. :D
Yes. That's an excuse. I haven't been creatively motivated lately, beyond honing my mad sarcastic comeback skills on coworkers. I recently picked up a full time gig at the home-improvement warehouse, changing out tags basically. The hours are nice: early morning to a little after noon. It isn't as physically challenging as my old job. Guess the signifcant other's going to have to help me with the slack. There's a lot more interaction with people on a higher level than me, though; this could be troublesome. We'll see how it plays out.
I really, really suck at stream-of-thought journaling. In the last few weeks I've only managed five or six entries. Hopefully it's enough for my therapist to work with... ugh, not looking forward to that. I've been neglecting the other two projects, but they're at most two hours a piece.
My black labrador is fat. The vet had me stick her on a diet, and I believe it's working except for when her scavenging instincts kick into overdrive. Nothing is sacred to her when nobody's looking.
Nothing significant to report, really. I'm giving serious contemplation to breeding. Granted, we're not in the best financial situation, but we're not in debt either... and I managed to survive into quasi-adulthood, so theoretically I could instill something resembling common sense into my spawn. It's a deep decision though, and I'm in no hurry.
I need to finish the book I'm reading so that I can go re-read Kushiel's Dart. :D