I didn't get three strips drawn yesterday, nor today either, but I did at least get tomorrow's strip drawn, and katayamma got it colored, so there will be SJ tomorrow. As soon as I finish sending off to the ads in today's paper (which I will do as soon as I finish writing this update), I'm going into the other room to watch still more "Cardcaptor Sakura" while I draw Wednesday's strip. The graphics portfolio site will just have to wait until I get more time to work on it during the week.
Tomorrow, Laurie is going to recommend me for a job at the company where she works; this has a strange irony to it, because originally I was the one who worked there, and got her her job there -- some eight years ago, now. Said job, if I got it, would still be far from perfect, but it would be a step up from what I'm doing now, and right now I'm taking every little bit I can get.
Last night, I fully intended to post a more in-depth post about Theran, my D&D character, as a followup to the one I did before. I figured out that I'd forgotten to take into account the additional spellcasting ability he gains as a Spellsword -- so the situation re: his abilities is not quite as bleak as I had initially thought. However, as I was working on it, I got hit by a mood crash, and down I went.
The mood crash didn't just pop up out of nowhere -- it was precipitated by something that happened (which I don't want to go into here) -- but my reaction to it was disproportionate with the event. In other words, I got way too upset over something small. Some of this is probably just my flaky nature, some of it relates to the way this particular event pushes my particular buttons, but I think a significant amount of it has to be biochemical in nature. It's the same kind of thing that happened while I was in the worst of my depression, but nowhere near on the same kind of scale it was on then. (Thank you, St. John's Wort!)
Starting tomorrow, it's back to shockingly early shifts for me. Whoop-de-friggin'-do. I miss the night shifts; but there are already plenty of people fighting over those. Matt needs people to work mornings, so mornings it is. A lot of my exhaustion and unhappiness with my job stems from the double-whammy of getting up Frankly Too Early, and working the 7:00 a.m. - 10:00 a.m. "hell shift," which is when the store does about 85% of its total business for the day. Stress on a stick, with a side of stress and some extra stress on top. Ugh.
Hopefully, sometime in the month of May, I will be turning in my two weeks' notice. :) That would be cool. (I don't actually believe it, but it's nice to think about.)
That's about all that's worth saying today.
AND NOW, FOR THE [CENSORED] NEWS:
My wanting a [CENSORED] continues unabated, and has actually become a bit more intense due to this job. I don't know if I would actually be happier if I had one or not -- but it doesn't look like I'm going to get the chance to find out any time soon. But sometimes, when I come home in the afternoon, aching all over and trying not to succumb to desparation, I find my greatest comfort in [CENSORED] of a [CENSORED], which enables me to drift off into sleep a bit more peacefully.
Gah. What a [CENSORED] annoying situation.