whelp, I’m officially calling it:
HIATUS TIME!
The bad news is, my new job has effectively gotten in the way of my hobby time, as I’m bringing work home so no more 30 Day Challenge for the time being. The good news is, I’m browsing 4chan less. As in, 100% less. I haven’t been on since last Tuesday. As a result I don’t mentally call everyone I see a faggot, and I’ve started believing in myself as an artists again. That place really fucks with your mind if you’re the highly suggestible type. Which, I’ve learned, I very much am.
Half my apartment is already boxed for my February move, I have a shiny new haircut and I’m happy to report that my mustache has grown back.
I doubt I had very many people looking in on my progress, but I feel bad most of all for letting myself down. Though the feeling is halfways subsided by the euphoria of stockpiling cashola to re-haul my home office. We’re talking new blogging mic, webcam, upgraded desktop, new drawing chair for my neglected drafting table, gimpy sex slave clad in leather with only a zipper aperture in the mouth part of its mask for the more stressful days and more time for friends.
Whatevs, I’m tired.


