I hate being sick.
I also hate not feeling well.
I can't work when I'm sick and it's hard to do arty things when I'm not feeling well.

I get headaches daily. I hate them. I hate that there is a constant ringing in my ears.
I take ibuprophen when they get a little a little too much for me, or when the ibu is not working I try the migrane excedrine.

When I work on little sketches for myself, it's so that I can get warmed up to work on commissions that I owe and am very sorry for being behind on. I test out marker techniques on my own things so that I don't mess up those for customers. I do digital stuff so that my various ickinesses don't travel via the web.

I like doing art. It's my happy place. I hate being this behind with just a few projects.

So I'm sorry, I'm going to try and work on things once again.

-Last week, I was sick with a gunk that prevented me from being able to take any jobs. I got better by thursday.
-Saturday, my brother fell ill with this horrid flu that made him miserable all day that he caught from his work.
-Sunday, my brother starts to feel better.
-Late sunday night, my mom starts to feel icky and so do I, we have to leave knitting early...which is not a good thing.
-Between late late sunday night and early monday morning, I tweet my complaints about waking up and not feeling well on my transformers account. Me not happy.
-Monday. I'm nearly dead, weak and miserable. My brother? he's eating pizza so he's better. I do my best to hydrate myself.
-Tuesday, much better...but ribs are hurting. I was able to eat.
-Wednesday, coughing, and ribs are hurting still.

So that's how things were, i'm sorry once again.