Late July I ended up getting Covid, wasn't fun. Whole family caught it, actually; Dad caught it from some lady at a meeting, then brought it home and gave it to mom and I. That's some shit tho, I work through the height of covid at an uncaring, retail job and never once catch it. I go out for dinner with my partner and his family for his birthday, they all catch it and I'm still clear. I quit my retail job and start working from home and THAT'S when I finally catch it? Regardless though, I've recovered and tested negative few days ago, except now I have an awful cough that won't go away. Gonna look into getting health insurance to maybe go see a doctor, we'll see how that goes.

But on brighter news, my family just got two new kittens! And they are hyper and keeping me up at night... -u-;
Regardless of that though Mom and I think they're going to bring some much-needed levity and joy into this otherwise depressed household.

But where does that leave me? Tired from coughing nearly 24/7 and taking care of kittens, but hopeful they'll help me with my current mental state because it hasn't been good. Truth be told, I think I've been doing very poorly mentally and physically, just been drifting aimlessly through life slowly feeling more and more... indifferent? Frustrated? Discontent? I've recently had to put some commissions on hold because I had genuinely started to forget why I even do art to begin with, and even now with my wrist still being a constant hassle, I'm still not even sure. I should probably just get another, more orthodox job and make art my hobby again, but I've grown too attached to the freedom working from home as my own boss has permitted me. I could ramble on for paragraph after paragraph, but I'll save myself the trouble of putting it all into words and just summarize it as such; I am lost in life and have no direction to speak of.

I didn't intend for this to be as melancholy as it turned out, I've just had a lot on my mind lately. I should go get some breakfast.