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I've been running on a very unfriendly schedule the past week; it's 3am right now and it feels like...well, 4pm, about. I hate sleeping when the sun's up.

It has been a weird, weird week. Not only is my internal clock screeching in protest, and despite the fact that being done with summer quarter, despite the fact that I'm drawing like mad and they've been the best pictures I've turned out yet, I think something inside me is unhappy.

I had this hunch confirmed when I had sex today. It's been the first time in my life that I just didn't enjoy it, at all. Not the foreplay, not the crazy sweaty passion...just. Nothing.

So, yeah. Catching up on journals and looking at naked pictures of hot girls will have to be suspended until I can appreciate them fully.