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Laura Matthews -- the lovely and desireable -- sent me a picture of myself. Which I proceeded to fuck up. Now I finally have an icon. That's neat.
Also, for no reason I can currently pinpoint (unless to say that I'm avoiding doing work on my comic when I'm in a self-inflicted creative slump is to pinpoint it), I feel compelled to make an actual post. You know, about my life and things.
In a general kind of way, I'm having a pretty awesome time lately, I guess. Somehow though, at least this very second, it doesn't really feel like that. I guess I could say that I'm feeling undesireable lately, though I guess I'm more accurately just feeling undesired. So that might be affecting things. Also, there's that aforementioned artistic ebb that's sort of irritating me. My hands have somehow suddenly forgotten how to draw. It seems like in the last couple days, some things have just sort of lost their shine. I suppose that can be remedied though. I just have to wait it out?
There are nice bits to my life though, certainly. Eating Next to a Rubik's cube is going rather well. Our last show is on sunday at 4. BE THERE. Or not, if you've got more interesting plans, or an overwhelming bout of lethargy. I've got nice music to listen to, and I spent some time singing with/for a few folks tonight. Which I don't get to do nearly as often as I secretly really want to. I'm chatting up all sorts of strangers thanks to the fringe festival, and the social confidence I inexplicably gain through it. So there is all that.
I dunno.
Oh! I remember why I stopped doing real entries! They are long, rambly, and not nearly as funny as other ways I could spend my time. That is all, then, for a while. Goodnight.
p.s. Eazy E tried to kill me.
Also, for no reason I can currently pinpoint (unless to say that I'm avoiding doing work on my comic when I'm in a self-inflicted creative slump is to pinpoint it), I feel compelled to make an actual post. You know, about my life and things.
In a general kind of way, I'm having a pretty awesome time lately, I guess. Somehow though, at least this very second, it doesn't really feel like that. I guess I could say that I'm feeling undesireable lately, though I guess I'm more accurately just feeling undesired. So that might be affecting things. Also, there's that aforementioned artistic ebb that's sort of irritating me. My hands have somehow suddenly forgotten how to draw. It seems like in the last couple days, some things have just sort of lost their shine. I suppose that can be remedied though. I just have to wait it out?
There are nice bits to my life though, certainly. Eating Next to a Rubik's cube is going rather well. Our last show is on sunday at 4. BE THERE. Or not, if you've got more interesting plans, or an overwhelming bout of lethargy. I've got nice music to listen to, and I spent some time singing with/for a few folks tonight. Which I don't get to do nearly as often as I secretly really want to. I'm chatting up all sorts of strangers thanks to the fringe festival, and the social confidence I inexplicably gain through it. So there is all that.
I dunno.
Oh! I remember why I stopped doing real entries! They are long, rambly, and not nearly as funny as other ways I could spend my time. That is all, then, for a while. Goodnight.
p.s. Eazy E tried to kill me.