My computer imploded shortly after my last entry, but it and I am both doing much better now. I'm drawing again and it feels so good I could cry. There will be updates soon. Soon. It feels good to say that and know it's not an empty promise because I actually have something and...yes, I feel like me again!

I hope you all had a frigging fantastic Annual Turkey Holocaust. We had our dinner at 6am. God bless the hell shift.

.....I am probably deleting all the messages in my inbox. >.> Because there are a lot.

Yeah. I'm 26, or something like that. I burned the hell out of my right hand last night so it's covered in blisters and second degree burns, but on the bright side, through this I have learned something truly valuable about myself: I can use power tools left-handed. This is awesome beyond my ability to express in written language.

I've had artblock pretty badly. Actually, I've had everything block pretty bad since...well, since the kids died. Everything I try to start just sort of tapers off and turns into nothing, if it even becomes anything to begin with. Just starting them has felt wrong, like something important is missing. Between that and work, I guess it's no wonder that I haven't been as sociable or even around as much to socialize.


But I have a good feeling. Not just because my tarot tells me something's coming up, but because I just have a good feeling. I've always believed that everything is all right in the end, and that good things come out of the bad. Call it my alchemy faggery if you will, but out of the black of melancholia, the things that burn us down, that's where all purification and remaking begins.

I think that when my blisters go down a bit and my hand starts to heal, that I'll start drawing again.

And that this time it will finally go back to feeling right.

Dama's dead too now.

The necropsy didn't tell me anything, but now Dama is dead too, god, jesus, that was Delle's baby girl. I got her that snake for our anniversary. What the hell is happening to my kids?

The vet suggested I call the University of Georgia for more conclusive results but my calls won't go through. Oh god. What the hell is happening to my kids?

Trueman died yesterday.

I don't know why or how. He was fine and then a few hours later he was dead. A vet is doing a necropsy but until I get the results, I don't know, it could have been anything.

It seems especially strange to come onto DA and see all those pictures of him on my front page.

Maybe next time I come on here I'll actually update again.

I meant to get around to updating again, and then suddenly I found myself not only with more of my recurring scanner troubles, but also caring for an injured old person and my free time went *poof*. Go figure. I have some more photos from a recent excursion down the hill, involving pipelines and mushrooms and greenery, but I'm not sure they're interesting to anyone but me and like two other people. Lulz.

Also, I have a ton of crap in my DA inbox. Y'all are prolific.

Also-also, if you grab my 33,333 hit, cap it and I'll draw you something special. Fer srs.


Anyway, I got tagged for meme by . So.

~RULES~
1. Post these rules
2. Each person tagged must post 8 things about themselves in their journal
3. In the end, choose 8 people to tag and post their icons in the same journal
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying that they've been tagged
5. No tag-returns XD
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1. I am a phenomenal alchemy and occult nerd
2. I love snakes
3. My girlfriend is currently on the phone wondering what I'm typing
4. Desperately want to kill Spielberg before he can remake 'Harvey'. DO NOT WANT.
5. Cockroaches scare me. ._.
6. Orange juice is my lifeblood
7. I hate your ship
8. My entire desk surface is buried under EXACTLY 9 and 2/3 inches of sketches, notes, and unfinished drawings, except the parts where my computer mouse and water bottle sit.

And I don't believe in tagging people for these things, so nyeh.