This is a test. This is mostly testing whether or not my entries dobule up on peoples' pages, which would be kinda...well, not fun for either of us. This is only a test.
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This was a test of my blog. The bloggers in your area are equipped with alphanumeric keyboards which allow for a range of inputs.
If this had been an actual blog post, the blogger in your area would have filled you in on specific details of their lives, and potentially some insight. Mmmmaybe. This was only a test.
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This was a test of my blog. The bloggers in your area are equipped with alphanumeric keyboards which allow for a range of inputs.
If this had been an actual blog post, the blogger in your area would have filled you in on specific details of their lives, and potentially some insight. Mmmmaybe. This was only a test.
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For some odd reason, your journal updates haven't shown up lately (I mean for months, not just the time you were, judging from your recent posts, on a SG hiatus) in the friend's journals-dedicated window, every time I was hitting the "display recent friend's blogs" button, while other friend's journals were showing as usual (a bug in SG coding?)... so I was under the impression you weren't updating...
You just reappeared on my "My SG" page, for some equally odd reason.... so I went back to your blog and read it backwards... lots of entries in a row...
As I stumbled on your March 19, 2008 entry, I felt an uncanny feeling of "wow! I could have written it myself, using the exact same words!"...
I'm at a point where I'm totally clueless about what to do. Not sure at all. I'm killing myself over work that I don't care about, and now I need time to cultivate work that I do give a shit for. How do I buy time? Where does it come from? I was gung-ho a while back for making my work work, but now...christ. I'm exhausted. It's hard to keep it up.
See, my life is project-goal oriented. I finish a project, the goal is reached. I can hit those goals pretty clean, too...especially when the clients are sweethearts.
But when they ain't? It's awful. The project takes forever and suddenly it saps my will to live. Terrible price to be paying for something like artwork, which should be a joy.
So right now, I'm sorta stuck with a bad client. The client just sucks. I won't get into the reasoning at all...there's no real point. But let's just say that they suck total dick (meant in an insulting manner). Hypothetically.
Moments like these, where I'm desperate, broke, feeling very lonely and incredibly run down...see, these are the moments that make me think that I should call it a day, pack it in and get a job somewhere else. I don't even give a shit, at this point. Peace Corps? Take me away. I'm no good here.
On the other hand, I know I can do well. Somehow, anyways. I know I can make books, I know I can produce powerful images...hell, they live in my head and in my sketchbooks. I just gotta nut up and make 'em. But god, the TIME...where the hell is the TIME...
Just so you know... you're not alone!
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I envisioned this in about the most effeminate voice ever.
Don't judge me, it's just funnier that way.
-TM