Tonight I'm going to head home and get some more cleaning done around the house. I really need to make a push at turning my house into somewhere livable, just for morale purposes. Plus if the whole place smells like dog it's going to be tough to rent out the second floor apartment in the spring. I think I'm going to give up trying to learn to draw (I'm total shite) and maybe try and learn a language again, I'm still paying for the Russian Rosetta Stone program so maybe I'll just take another crack at that. I need to get back on the treadmill and start getting my "diet" squared. I've been fucking up these past two weeks. I'm not too happy about that.
I'm in the process of finding a painter for my Heroes For Hire commission. It's amusingly twisted. I'm also trying to find some original art to replace the damaged Joker painting. This Sunday youth ministry is taking a trip into NY and I might stop by MidTown comics and see if they have anything interesting.
I don't really have to repeat how bad last week was for me for so many reasons I don't fully understand. It took the combined (and often unaware) efforts of several good people to help me get through. Depression is something I'm used to, despair is not. And there was a whole lot of hopelessness floating around last week. Next time around I'll be better prepared to deal with it.
So now I'm just sort of holding on. Waiting to see what I do next, and waiting to see how everything else reacts to it.
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