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Update 2

Today brought me some peace of mind. After spending a few weeks fidgeting nervously and waiting to hear from Vocational Rehab, I finally (with Jaimes' help) was able to get everything in the right place and go to my first appointment with the agency (Path Forward) that will be helping me look for a part-time job to work around my physical limitations. I...
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Quick and Imperfect

I'm still working on my art, in and out of therapy. I spend about 75% of my time there talking about real life issues, and 25% of the time talking about my artistic ambitions, which got shoved to the wayside in the whole SSA-mess. I've been struggling for a while with the fact that I'm often too upset to do much more...
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(because I am still having trouble re-sizing images and am half-asleep)


Whispers to My Kidney

Most peoples faith begins after they get past such falsehoods as alien abductors and haunting ghosts. My own faith spiraled down past comfortable lies like justice and love, and kept on disbelieving.
- Joseph Daniel Alvey

Well, aside from me being a whiny mcwhiny-fuck, I'm slowly making some teeny tiny progress on the proto-comic I started while in therapy. I'm linking it here, because I still fear the re-size. Comments, suggestions, and hecklers welcome.

Arcadian Comics- Proto-Comic, Page 1

Update

I got my SSI rejection letter last week, just as I assumed I would. I haven't felt like writing much lately.

I basically broke down and begged Jaime to help me find the resources to find a disabled-peoples job, somewhere, somehow. I see it as a win-win proposition, either A. I can have some sort of means of supporting myself while I go completely...
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Little Blue Room


I think the room might actually be white, but I always think of it as being blue. white reminds me too much of hospitals. It is a negative color. Blue is peaceful. Blue is calming.

Every week I go to the little blue room in a building on a theological campus, for one hour, to talk to a woman who is trying...
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Dream Diary: Birthday on the Roof


I dreamnt that I was in large building, that I instinctively knew was a high school-college hybrid. It didn't look very much like either of those places from my real life, but was instead a darker version of the lunch rooms there...actually, it kind of looked like the dining room at one of the hospitals downtown, with earthy tones...
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Mae Doris Alvey

My mothers name was Mae Doris Alvey. That was the name on her drivers license. Her maiden name was Haycraft. Her mothers maiden name was Hornback. Her name in her high school yearbook was Marion. Other people called her Mary. Most people called her by her nickname, 'Dode'. Her gravesite reads- Mae Doris Alvey 'Dode'. She is buried there alongside my father....
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Kombat and Politiks

If there is one thing that has caused a lot of misunderstandings amongst my circle of friends and I, especially among my close, geek-knit crew, is that I really don't feel like talking or socializing that much these days. I wave it off, explaining I'm stressed and going through some difficulties right now. I know a lot of people don't read this...
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Happy Easter, you sexy kids, you.

I'm going to gorge myself on cheap chocolate and make GURPS characters.