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What to admit to eljay that I only hint at on the Facebooks?
Life's pretty amazing. Funny how things I swear are/will remain broken ... work out. I don't consciously thank a Harry Potter (... er, 'Higher Power,') but through a synchronicity of remaining calm, applying common sense, and trying my bestest? The answers sort of present themselves.
Still gloriously behind on a few nagging bits, but nothing that can't be fixed with a little elbow grease: suspiciously in the hole for another $100 to the college when I swore student loans covered the whole deal? Whatevs. Gotta schedule my twice-yearly PET. Forgo eating for six or eight hours, swallow some barium, endure farts that would kill fake plants. (Yeah, I said it.)
Beats more cancer.
EMDR soon. I keep dreaming of film-processing, which was my last real go at "contributing to the community" and also "drawing a paycheck." Brain wants job, I suppose. Have a few inspired ideas about my next sculpture, whenever that should come to pass, possibly 3d printed as opposed to cast-in-bronze. (God-willing, both! Ha!)
Must write. May finally be in the headspace to do so, but also constantly dogged by the nu52; that's shorthand for "comics-history keeps changing and I can't keep up, so my stories are out-of-date before publishing." Must finish anyway, attend Motor City Comicon and charm the pants off of an editor.
After two years of school, finally got "caught" smoking on "campus," or as I refer to it, Nazi Germany. I'm sufficiently law-abiding enough that if they gave us a smoking-place, I would go there to smoke. But since whole campus is equally illegal, screw it? Almost fifteen years as a smoker -- good luck telling me I have to quit because "school thinks so."
Even if it's easier to be touched after EMDR, I still require someone to touch me. That needs workin' on.
Life's pretty amazing. Funny how things I swear are/will remain broken ... work out. I don't consciously thank a Harry Potter (... er, 'Higher Power,') but through a synchronicity of remaining calm, applying common sense, and trying my bestest? The answers sort of present themselves.
Still gloriously behind on a few nagging bits, but nothing that can't be fixed with a little elbow grease: suspiciously in the hole for another $100 to the college when I swore student loans covered the whole deal? Whatevs. Gotta schedule my twice-yearly PET. Forgo eating for six or eight hours, swallow some barium, endure farts that would kill fake plants. (Yeah, I said it.)
Beats more cancer.
EMDR soon. I keep dreaming of film-processing, which was my last real go at "contributing to the community" and also "drawing a paycheck." Brain wants job, I suppose. Have a few inspired ideas about my next sculpture, whenever that should come to pass, possibly 3d printed as opposed to cast-in-bronze. (God-willing, both! Ha!)
Must write. May finally be in the headspace to do so, but also constantly dogged by the nu52; that's shorthand for "comics-history keeps changing and I can't keep up, so my stories are out-of-date before publishing." Must finish anyway, attend Motor City Comicon and charm the pants off of an editor.
After two years of school, finally got "caught" smoking on "campus," or as I refer to it, Nazi Germany. I'm sufficiently law-abiding enough that if they gave us a smoking-place, I would go there to smoke. But since whole campus is equally illegal, screw it? Almost fifteen years as a smoker -- good luck telling me I have to quit because "school thinks so."
Even if it's easier to be touched after EMDR, I still require someone to touch me. That needs workin' on.