Fiction/Nonfiction
If I hadn't spent all of my evenings this week doing 20Below work, I would feel a little less mad. It's no surprise that they're having trouble getting new applicants... I mean, shit, I get paid the same amount for about a third of the time and a third of the work for running the sound system at church. I'm just tired of being ripped off is all... If I half-ass anything, everyone will think I suck at drawing, but if I put work into it, I get angry and frustrated because I don't get paid for that. Piss.
And I spent most of today doing washing and ironing so that I can start a new project. I'm disappointed. I like... wanted to get something done today. I was supposed to return some calls, but I realized that I have no idea what my schedule is for next week until tomorrow, so I didn't. And then it hit me that I'm busy again and am having trouble balancing social life and personal time. Again.
I dreamt I was on the bus and some creepy old man grabbed my pant leg, so I decked him and started pounding his face in, a la Sin City. Then he took of his old man costume and it turned out it was someone I knew, so I apologized for potentially breaking his nose. And then I realized that I wasn't sorry because he had still tried to grab my ass. And it made me mad.
...I can't figure out what it means. No matter. I have to go finish my shit illustration job. All I can say is that life sure as fuck had better improve.
And I spent most of today doing washing and ironing so that I can start a new project. I'm disappointed. I like... wanted to get something done today. I was supposed to return some calls, but I realized that I have no idea what my schedule is for next week until tomorrow, so I didn't. And then it hit me that I'm busy again and am having trouble balancing social life and personal time. Again.
I dreamt I was on the bus and some creepy old man grabbed my pant leg, so I decked him and started pounding his face in, a la Sin City. Then he took of his old man costume and it turned out it was someone I knew, so I apologized for potentially breaking his nose. And then I realized that I wasn't sorry because he had still tried to grab my ass. And it made me mad.
...I can't figure out what it means. No matter. I have to go finish my shit illustration job. All I can say is that life sure as fuck had better improve.