hyenahell

slept about 24 hours. that was nice.

feeling better. not as wound-up. crazy. losing it. heh.

hmmm. well, today i'm getting started on that commision illustration gig. i need to have all of it done by... (wait for it) ...this saturday. um, yeah. sure, i draw real good, and real fast, but it's a stretch even for me. i could get into how my having a little less than a week to work on this is only about half my fault, but it's a long, convoluted story and doesn't much matter.

hell, i don't even feel the pressure yet. (which is why i'm watching Buffy and fucking around on SG. well, also because i just woke up.)

i had very bad dreams last night. the kind where i wake up in a cold sweat, panicked. a lot of violence. there was one where i stabbed someone, and was trying not to get caught. there was one where i was in this... war zone of sorts, and and there were people launching missles, rockets, bombs, fighting each other and also, for some reason, taking a lot of pictures. then i ran away and tried to find someplace to hide, and was in this dark, deserted street. then there was this other dream with mel and jules, and they were going away somewhere, and i couldn't come... a lot of different dreams. people after me. chasing me. uhg. i dunno. odd.

other than that. i guess i'm feeling better.