Ugh.
I'm feeling so... depressed and emo and horrible right now.
I should be at Ky's place, but her now pregnant, hormonal sister who is a bitch at the best of times, is taking her sweet time moving out. It would be a bit of struggle to move places while you are pregnant, but she has a partner, and seriously, I think she needs to be more organised about these things. Ky was also roped into babysitting tonight, which again, is alright, it's her form of income, so she can eventually buy me pretty things she says, but why tonight? Of all the nights I was going to be there, it was tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing her, scratch that, I was rather ecstatic about seeing her. It's been like this... consuming ache or craving.
Also, how the hell do I not wake up from the infernal blasting full volume 'Investigation - Cornered (Variation)' from Pheonix Wright which is my ringtone, only to be woken by the quiet chime of my SMS alert?
So she left me a voice message, apologizing profusly about how she was calling so late, and what was happening, and how very very very sorry she was and how she would call me on Saturday.
She's getting quite good at that, you ask her to call, she calls, she says she will call, she calls (she may be like five hours late in calling but she does.)
I couldn't help it, I just started to cry, and I don't mean a little sniffle, I mean really cry, it may be the full week of everynight only having about two to three hours sleep, or the stress at work, or the threat of a competition looming, but there I was, 11:50 at night, listening to her voicemail she left me, absolutly crying my eyes out.
I'm glad my grandmother is quite deaf without her hearing aids, I wouldn't want her to hear that sad sound.
... I hope I sleep tonight.
Our biscuit machine at work, the machine that produces pretty much every single product of ours, broke down today. If Laurence doesn't get it fixed, we are well and truely fucked. Up the river without a paddle.... and a boat... and a life jacket..
Mum goes into hospital soon too... Why can't things get better?
I'm drawing a comic, I hope I get it done, I don't know how
night_requiem and
azurice do it! It should only be a few pages, and I prefer to do things without text, but it's going to be in full color. I think I shall post the first panel.. and the WIP second..

..... I shall keep drawing now o3o
I miss my friends.
I'm feeling so... depressed and emo and horrible right now.
I should be at Ky's place, but her now pregnant, hormonal sister who is a bitch at the best of times, is taking her sweet time moving out. It would be a bit of struggle to move places while you are pregnant, but she has a partner, and seriously, I think she needs to be more organised about these things. Ky was also roped into babysitting tonight, which again, is alright, it's her form of income, so she can eventually buy me pretty things she says, but why tonight? Of all the nights I was going to be there, it was tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing her, scratch that, I was rather ecstatic about seeing her. It's been like this... consuming ache or craving.
Also, how the hell do I not wake up from the infernal blasting full volume 'Investigation - Cornered (Variation)' from Pheonix Wright which is my ringtone, only to be woken by the quiet chime of my SMS alert?
So she left me a voice message, apologizing profusly about how she was calling so late, and what was happening, and how very very very sorry she was and how she would call me on Saturday.
She's getting quite good at that, you ask her to call, she calls, she says she will call, she calls (she may be like five hours late in calling but she does.)
I couldn't help it, I just started to cry, and I don't mean a little sniffle, I mean really cry, it may be the full week of everynight only having about two to three hours sleep, or the stress at work, or the threat of a competition looming, but there I was, 11:50 at night, listening to her voicemail she left me, absolutly crying my eyes out.
I'm glad my grandmother is quite deaf without her hearing aids, I wouldn't want her to hear that sad sound.
... I hope I sleep tonight.
Our biscuit machine at work, the machine that produces pretty much every single product of ours, broke down today. If Laurence doesn't get it fixed, we are well and truely fucked. Up the river without a paddle.... and a boat... and a life jacket..
Mum goes into hospital soon too... Why can't things get better?
I'm drawing a comic, I hope I get it done, I don't know how

..... I shall keep drawing now o3o
I miss my friends.
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