self-disgust

Woke up feeling like shit. Partially from some stuff from last night, partially from getting tired of the going-nowhere I've been doing lately. Too much navel-gazing, too much monitor-gazing. I need to get out and do something social. I need to stay in and do art. I need more energy. I need to exercise regularly.

I need to make things. I haven't, lately. I always start hating myself when that happens.

Experience teaches me that the way I feel at the beginning of a workday rarely corresponds to how I feel by the end, so maybe something absolutely wonderful's going to happen. Hell, Ralph's back in town, which always means that Spümcø becomes more unpredictable.

But in the meantime, I am cranky.

exercise, shower, bus (draw), work.

bus doodles while gloomy

No, I'm not going to share what has me down right now. Not until it's resolved one way or the other. Don't bother asking.

[ edit: It's been resolved. The angsty entry's been made private. It was a false alarm to which I over-reacted. Thanks for the good vibes from the people who saw and reacted to that entry. The word of the week is "fragile"... ]

Bad mood scrawls look like this, nowadays.
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