We had to put my kitty to sleep on Monday. She was nearly 16 years old. It was for the best, but man did it suck. Death is scary, folks.
There's a lot going on. Not all of it's bad, not all of it's good, but all of it's demanding my attention and I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. I went to my dad's yesterday and had my first relaxing day in I can't remember how long. It's amazing how much of how I feel relates to the weather. Beautiful weather always makes me feel good, and I'm currently wearing sandals. Life's best when you're wearing sandals.
So what's going on? Well, this thing with Stripe is driving me crazy (that's my cat, btw). She seems like she's doing a little better, but she's still not doing that great. Meanwhile, I'm taking her to the vet every day, it's causing tension with my mom for reasons too complex to go into, and I feel incredibly guilty that I hadn't spent enough time with her (Stripe, not my mom) before she got sick. It's a bad scene, and it's contributing a lot to the overall mood.
Meanwhile, the second biggest source of stress is employment-related things. In case I haven't personally bitched to you about this, I need more money than I'm making now. It's as simple as that. I'll never be able to buy a house on what I'm making, never be able to have a family...I'll be in this apartment for the rest of my life. So, I'm trying a bunch of different things. My comic..I don't know. I went back and reread it recently and I don't know if it's as good as I thought it was, which is the kiss of death for me and things I write. But I have sent it out to several companies, which is kind of embarassing. At the moment I'm waiting to hear back from one last company and in the meantime trying to find an artist, but apparently it's hard to find an artist when you're not willing to pay them. So I don't even know what I'm doing right now. If I could get a promotion and some freelance work I think everything would work itself out.
I need a recharge. I'm going outside. Yarrgh.
This is a problem maybe only Deuce will be able to relate to.
I’m beginning to suffer from a condition known as TMES, or Too Much Entertainment Syndrome. This has been exacerbated by a bout of DIFVS or Drowning In Free Videogames Syndrome. Seriously, somehow, over the past month, people just started throwing free videogames at me. That, combined with my desire to catch up on DVDs (and watch every nanosecond of the new Futurama DVD I just bought) make free time seem like a pleasant dream. At least I don’t have TV, or I’d really be in trouble.
Actually, it wouldn’t be a problem at all, except for the fact that playing video games and watching Futurama always gets trumped by spending time with Brooke, because it’s the funnest, and should technically get trumped by writing, which is what I’m afraid is going to suffer with this latest avalanche of electronics. Someone remind me periodically to write.
And yes, I know I really shouldn’t complain. Just arrived in the latest batch of free swag, among other things: A Wavebird wireless controller, Gameboy Advance SP, Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles, Smash Bros. Melee and Metroid, Super Mario 3 and Zelda for Gameboy. Hell yeah.
It's Josh! Hey, Josh! I'm going to call you soon, perhaps. Good to see you, or at least something you wrote, as the case may be.
Since I'm a tremendous egomaniac (what, you didn't know that?), I was googling myself today and found out my site was linked by someone I don't think I know, which is cool, so don't feel bad, person. However, if you're a stranger who's been sent there from this person's site, I apologize. I used to be funny, but now I get paid to be so I've got no time to do it on the sly.
Speaking of work, I just had to fetch a Stinkor out of the toy library. Would you believe that fucker still smells? I've got a nagging suspicion that, when I was pubescent but too embarassed to wear deodorant, someone either called me Stinkor or told me I smelled like Stinkor. I've mostly blocked this out, as I have a solid portion of my shitty childhood. Not that anything too terrible happened to me. It was your average everyday sort of shittiness. Some of you were there, you remember.
Anyway, if people are reading this shit who I don't know, I should really be making an effort to be more entertaining. Actually, I should be making an effort to do work, considering I'm at work and I'm writing on this thing. Uh...I'll think about this later.