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Weird day. Just got home from a 12-ish-hour day. Work was lame, as usual. Had a staff meeting which featured the usual doom & gloom budget forecast. Still, I'm not too worried: Being unemployed would suck, but if it came down to it, losing this particular job wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen to me.

Went to figure-drawing class tonight. We did some blind contour stuff. I think it'll be fun. Tonight was, anyway. The awesomest news is that Misha finished up my drawing. I'm not ready to share *just* yet, but I'm very excited about this.

And in other news.....

Three years ago today my mom died. I thought about coming on and writing a long blog about that, Lord knows I remember enough details to write a lengthy narrative. I kinda wish I didn't remember quite so many of them. Just for example, the coffee tray the nurse brought in had those two-pack Otis Spunkmeyer cookies. I know there were chocolate chips, I don't remember what else there might have been.

So yeah, I could write about everything that led up to it. I could write about what it meant to me and how I've been since, but..... I'm already not in a great mood, and I know that would make me just start crying. Shit, just writing this did a little. I can't explain it anyway. You'd only understand if you've had a similar loss, and then you already know.

So yeah. Weird day.

I'll end on a PSA: If you smoke, please quit. You already know it will kill you. You probably don't understand how.