3810: Whatever Happened to the Girl in Me?
Work is work. At the moment, as I am every Friday, I'm mostly amazed that I have survived another week, even though this is a job I've claimed to enjoy [I do--just nitpicky about bits, like how it feels as though I'm in a trance and other people keep impinging on my ability to enjoy this trance].
Lately, it's been more repetitive than usual. I still feel as though I should be working towards something, but what, and what progress have I gotten? A weekly comic is okay if it's going somewhere, but it's not. I don't miss the "fast life" or whatever with its paranoia about dying in unaccomplished obscurity at age twenty-three, but it still feels like just... existing. Same shit, different day defined.
Anyway, I'm mostly annoyed that I was waiting for today to finally show off my board game contest entry without worry about plagiarism, but they pushed it back to April Fool's... URGH XC
Lately, it's been more repetitive than usual. I still feel as though I should be working towards something, but what, and what progress have I gotten? A weekly comic is okay if it's going somewhere, but it's not. I don't miss the "fast life" or whatever with its paranoia about dying in unaccomplished obscurity at age twenty-three, but it still feels like just... existing. Same shit, different day defined.
Anyway, I'm mostly annoyed that I was waiting for today to finally show off my board game contest entry without worry about plagiarism, but they pushed it back to April Fool's... URGH XC