Eight hour shifts.

Im actually working on art.

My muse has been reborn.

I miss two of my closest friends, but im sure they are doing well. One is training for war. the other a different kind of battle.

The goddamn N key wont work half the time

otherwise, life is improving...

Im still open for more work. a little of a slow dow as i deal with my new sked. but its all good.

Im suffering from... anxiety of some sorts. The feeling like your chest is heavy and your heart has some sort of weight on it?

Something is coming. I can smell it. My anxiety grows...

Mabbe its anticipation? I have no clue...

Something is amiss... something small but vital...

Did i forget something? Did something forget me? Mayhaps im sitting on it...

nope...

Mabbe im paranoid... losing something... mabbe part of my mind or mayhaps my heart has finally gilded itself into the machine i dreamed it to become in these days?

what the hell. I need a drink, Some good tunes ad a close friend to mingle with.

the letter is overrated. >=[

I wish i knew what my red organ wanted. My brain cant figure it out. my liver dont care and the stomach is just too selfish to care what the heart wanted.

*sigh*

to see if it would help any, i played oblivion.

Ive murdered an entire city, all the way to the castle, killed the tenants ad guards untill the king was left.

I threw my blade down at his feet.

And punched him once in the forehead.

after that i walked away and drowned myself in a bucket with a happy face painted on my ass.

... ... ...

sooooo... ... ... how was your day? =3