Tag: a slice of rennegades life

Today is off to a shakey start.

– went to sleep at 4am because fanfic
– forgot to tell my dad my cousin was coming over
– woke up with headache at 8:30
– took advil
– went back to sleep
– cousin arrives
– woken up by doorbell + dad running to get dressed
– cousin leaves, try to go back to sleep
– can’t

Probably will have to pick up energy drink to make it through the game tonight

I have been going back and forth on this for a bloody week.

I need a job. I’m not making any money off of the store, and my savings are dwindling rapidly. As much as I would love to make a living off of this stuff… well. I’d need to go to shows more than once every four months, but you need money for those, too.

My previous job wants me back. I’d be paid a higher salary. Pay off my debt. Get my materials without worrying about credit limits.

Desk is on the production floor. The damage to my ears has healed some; no more throbbing and ringing, but I still get headaches with loud noises, and putting headphones on is a good way to start a migraine.

It’s full time. I don’t really want to go back to full time work. I was always exhausted by the end of the day, and frequently more than a little bitchy.

I feel like an idiot, thinking about turning this down, but the screaming, the headaches,  the lack of communication… it all adds up to stress. Stress and anxiety, and all those little nasty thoughts that drove me to quit in the first place.

/sigh

I need to get back into the arting thing. All I’ve done art-wise of late is paint keychains for CCEE; those are all icons and symbols and such, not character pieces.

Someone throw me an idea or two; all I can think of is drawing Azzy, and I’m actually kind of tired of drawing her (even though I haven’t posted the piles of sketches. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.)

…mom thinks I have celiac disease. She informed me of this as she was leaving to buy gluten free food stuffs so she can test her hypothesis.

-_-

My brother hasn’t been sleeping.

It’s no fault of his own; the floors in his condo building aren’t soundproofed and the family living beneath him has a brand new baby who screams all day and night long.

He’s currently sleeping in my sewing room (his bedroom when he lived here), although he originally went in there to sulk over the fact that he can’t afford a house mortgage by himself on his salary.

Mom suggested I get a job and move in with him, and finished the thought with “except you two would kill each other wouldn’t you?”

Yeah. Yeah we would.