Ah, Life. Just when I thought you were starting to like me...
It was a tough weekend, with a lot of upheaval in my personal life-- which wasn't related to being injured, for a change (I must be running low on uninjured body parts by now, anyway). Combine stress with a sleep disorder, add something good coming on television at exactly the wrong time, and you have-- me. Tired, cranky and still not very sleepy after 46 hours of wakefulness. All without, ah, let's call it "pharmaceutical" assistance.
I told someone today that I'm giving serious thought to just moving out to the western part of the state, buying a nice big piece of wooded land with a shack in the middle of it, and moving in with a dog and a gun. I'll head into town once a year for dry goods.
The only problem with this plan is that I enjoy female company too much. Ironically, it's female company that has had the biggest influence on my current "let's become a hermit" mentality... how fucked up is that?
And yet, I still have a very positive outlook. Life is pain, and whatever doesn't kill me, yada yada yada. I wish I could shoot that down for being bullshit, but I tend toward Stoicism in my philosophical outlook, anyway, so I'm stuck with it.
Halfway through Glitch's portrait, and should be ready to post it by end of the week-- if I ever get any sleep, anyway. I'm hoping to have it finished, anyway, because I have a model coming over this weekend to do some work with me, and I really need to focus on one project at a time.
Ah, hell. I wonder what's on TV....?
It was a tough weekend, with a lot of upheaval in my personal life-- which wasn't related to being injured, for a change (I must be running low on uninjured body parts by now, anyway). Combine stress with a sleep disorder, add something good coming on television at exactly the wrong time, and you have-- me. Tired, cranky and still not very sleepy after 46 hours of wakefulness. All without, ah, let's call it "pharmaceutical" assistance.
I told someone today that I'm giving serious thought to just moving out to the western part of the state, buying a nice big piece of wooded land with a shack in the middle of it, and moving in with a dog and a gun. I'll head into town once a year for dry goods.
The only problem with this plan is that I enjoy female company too much. Ironically, it's female company that has had the biggest influence on my current "let's become a hermit" mentality... how fucked up is that?
And yet, I still have a very positive outlook. Life is pain, and whatever doesn't kill me, yada yada yada. I wish I could shoot that down for being bullshit, but I tend toward Stoicism in my philosophical outlook, anyway, so I'm stuck with it.
Halfway through Glitch's portrait, and should be ready to post it by end of the week-- if I ever get any sleep, anyway. I'm hoping to have it finished, anyway, because I have a model coming over this weekend to do some work with me, and I really need to focus on one project at a time.
Ah, hell. I wonder what's on TV....?