Okay, so . . . it's about 3pm now, been up for about 31 Hours, things don't seem real anymore, I'm so tired, and shaky I can't do my work, but every time I tried or try to go to sleep it feels like there's a million things running though my head, mostly about failed relationships and that I should be doing my work
that makes no sense . . .
Last night Amy (Sapphyre) ended it, well technically she decided it was over on Thursday but I'm always the last person to find out these things.
My work's plodding along but far away from the standard and quantity I want it to be at, but there's no point in even attempting to ink the drawings when I'm as shaky as this.
New flatmates are moving in, 2 girls, met one she seems nice enough, no news about the other, no name, age or idea when she's coming, only that it's a she.
Haley and Flower are coming over tonight, that should be cool, I just hope I'm not too much of a Zombie by half 7.
that makes no sense . . .
Last night Amy (Sapphyre) ended it, well technically she decided it was over on Thursday but I'm always the last person to find out these things.
My work's plodding along but far away from the standard and quantity I want it to be at, but there's no point in even attempting to ink the drawings when I'm as shaky as this.
New flatmates are moving in, 2 girls, met one she seems nice enough, no news about the other, no name, age or idea when she's coming, only that it's a she.
Haley and Flower are coming over tonight, that should be cool, I just hope I'm not too much of a Zombie by half 7.