That I'm sorry I've been really flaky and kind of erratic in my behaviour lately. I've been staying at my parents place and I find it really stressful. They are very loud, abrasive people, and I am someone who very much values quietness and peace. They are very dramatic and critical. I find this very difficult to deal with, and it's been making art and...just...everything in general really hard to manage. Commissions are kind of on hold, I do work on them, but it doesn't seem to really be mattering what I do with them because nothing I do seems to be getting them any further. I keep posting journals asking for subjects to doodle because it sometimes the sheer bulk of applicants means that it's likely I'll find SOMETHING I can draw. I am having some trouble with my medication as well, namely it not doing shit so I don't bother even taking it, but being afraid to visit doctors because the only ones available to me are the incompetent, rude and often unpleasant bulk-bill folks, and I really don't want to be breaking down crying in front of those assholes.

Hopefully moving out of this house and in with (quiet) friends will get me a bit less dumpy.