COOMIC.
The concert was awesome but this morning I woke up very BLECK and knew I'd be bad company, so I skipped Chicago. Which was free. SERIOUSLY WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?!
N-E-ways, about the comic since it might come across wrong: I was kind of depressed and questioning things off and on during the trip, so I wasn't sure if I should be continuing this passion...but the thing is I cannot not want to do this. It is really impossible for me to go "Work for Sonata? Pshhh, why do that when I can get a real job?" The back-up plan is there is no back-up plan. I'm going to keep trying to combine metal with comics and film, and eventually it'll work out. The only way to fail is to not try!
....or to get outwardly rejected and refused, forced to question why you let this obsession seep into your work and constantly worrying about how you'll ever pay back those student loans and KAREN. KAREN WHAT THE FUCK STOP THINKING THESE THINGS.
I am fine, just tired. And cranky. ^_^