: My Bi-Polar Day
Man, I was so stressed out and pissed off and down this morning. I was wallowing in my own self-pity. Problems regarding M-Clem's money had me bothered big time and brought up all sorts of emotions regarding school and work. I vented to Danny P, who thankfully served as a sounding board. Which I appreciated. Sometimes I just gotta spew.
Anyways, took my bad mood to work. Amanda C. even asked me what was wrong at some point. Which was surprising. (No, not Clem, Tricia)
Then Pam told me something stunning about a co-worker. It was shocking and sad. Then I started to tell people about my getting thrown out of a bar for vomiting. Ronnie laughed so hard he actually doubled-over and had tears in his eyes.
My day didn't necessarily get better, but seeing this co-worker look so down and devastated kinda turned things around for me. Like, she's in a bad way. Really bad. And I feel like so much crap for giving her a hard time. Man . . . I'm a dick.
Anyways. It kinda turned me around. I bought some comics (like, 3). They were goodz.
Tricia came over, we watched TV and just hung out. Sweet liberty! And she made me a mix CD! It's entitled "Kevy's Mix: Made of Awesome."
It came about because she left her iPod here on Tuesday night and I listened to it. I was stunned by some of the music on it -- some of it just isn't my taste, but there were plenty of gems. Songs that I've liked, even though I'm not the biggest fan of the artist.
Uh, I guess that's pretty much it. I have to get things taken care of with Travis tomorrow, but other than that, I have to work on that damn commission. It's given me so trouble. I just can't get it to look right. Granted, it's not like I color some kinda anthro-thing having flirty relations or something with Sweeny Todd, but hey, they paid $40 for it
Tricia and I are doing commissions. The first bout of cash we've made went straight to bills, but I'm hoping we can get some others in on it and get some money flowing for the wedding.
Anyone want some art?
~W~
Man, I was so stressed out and pissed off and down this morning. I was wallowing in my own self-pity. Problems regarding M-Clem's money had me bothered big time and brought up all sorts of emotions regarding school and work. I vented to Danny P, who thankfully served as a sounding board. Which I appreciated. Sometimes I just gotta spew.
Anyways, took my bad mood to work. Amanda C. even asked me what was wrong at some point. Which was surprising. (No, not Clem, Tricia)
Then Pam told me something stunning about a co-worker. It was shocking and sad. Then I started to tell people about my getting thrown out of a bar for vomiting. Ronnie laughed so hard he actually doubled-over and had tears in his eyes.
My day didn't necessarily get better, but seeing this co-worker look so down and devastated kinda turned things around for me. Like, she's in a bad way. Really bad. And I feel like so much crap for giving her a hard time. Man . . . I'm a dick.
Anyways. It kinda turned me around. I bought some comics (like, 3). They were goodz.
Tricia came over, we watched TV and just hung out. Sweet liberty! And she made me a mix CD! It's entitled "Kevy's Mix: Made of Awesome."
It came about because she left her iPod here on Tuesday night and I listened to it. I was stunned by some of the music on it -- some of it just isn't my taste, but there were plenty of gems. Songs that I've liked, even though I'm not the biggest fan of the artist.
Uh, I guess that's pretty much it. I have to get things taken care of with Travis tomorrow, but other than that, I have to work on that damn commission. It's given me so trouble. I just can't get it to look right. Granted, it's not like I color some kinda anthro-thing having flirty relations or something with Sweeny Todd, but hey, they paid $40 for it
Tricia and I are doing commissions. The first bout of cash we've made went straight to bills, but I'm hoping we can get some others in on it and get some money flowing for the wedding.
Anyone want some art?
~W~
Current Mood: 
hyper
hyperCurrent Music: Carry On My Wayward Son