I still live, btw.

If everything goes well, I might start at least sketching again.

Though it's hard to see "well".

For the last two weeks I've been really good. Calm, collected. Even have been tasked with coordinating an evacuation, which I took as a responsibility, and hopefully did well enough.

Yesterday or maybe the day before everything just came crushing on me, and I broke at the seams. Not sure when I'll get well again, though I'm feeling a bit better already.

The day it all came upon my head I slept for sixteen hours straight, and I'm not sure why I even bothered to wakeup. Because I didn't want to wake up at all. Still don't. I want to lie down, fall asleep for months and months, and wake up when everything's fine, when I can go home, get to work, make stupid videogames for y'all. To hear no sirens, or bombs, or air defence, or shootouts. And everything is as it was before. I can narrate my VtM game properly on the weekends, write this stupid pbp with a player, and listen to my players make up paranoid shit about the bigger plot. And I would cook strange dinners for my wife, play some videogame in my free time to complain about backwards design no sane person would make, draw shit, and complain about how slow the local post is.

But as for now, I don't want to wake up.