OR, AT LEAST, I DID NOT PERFORM AS WELL AS I WOULD HAVE LIKED, WHICH IS JUST AS BAD.
HELP ME, CHRIS TRAEGER.

THAT DIDN’T HELP MUCH.
OR, AT LEAST, I DID NOT PERFORM AS WELL AS I WOULD HAVE LIKED, WHICH IS JUST AS BAD.
HELP ME, CHRIS TRAEGER.

THAT DIDN’T HELP MUCH.
So, last time I was in the house today was about 3 and a half hours ago.
…I locked myself outside. Without shoes or socks.
But…I’m back in now.
Worst Good Friday in memory.
Watercolor painting a tartan pattern. There are pleats to negotiate.
Fffffffff…
I spent most of today and yesterday sketching a little Veser ‘n Ples comic because today is Veser’s birthday. In the end, I convinced myself that the sketches were too shitty to post.
Womp womp.
Gotta go back to bein’ insane now. But, I’ll change back at 12:21.
…is getting a lot of attention.
The amount of time I spent driving/sitting in traffic was UNACCEPTABLE. Man, fuck today.
My lovely choir ladies got written up: here.
*rolls around on the floor*
Good news is I look cute:

I think I meant to do something with my life, but I drew Conrad as Lemongrab instead.
Congrab.
Lemonrad.
Take your pick.
I regret nothing,
And how I embody it. Er- well, I guess it’s more of a snag than anything. Zargap wrote this and he’s completely true, so I want to make a conscious effort to stop putting myself down…
Anyway, I lost my job a few weeks ago, so I’ve been freelancing for gas money (and only gas, ie no food, because I want a steady job and I need to drive to offices to participate in job interviews) and job hunting like mad.
Since the 12th of this month, I have sent out 35 resumes. I have had a single interview. I’ve sent out follow up e-mails to addresses that I actually have access to (recruiting websites, such as careerbuilder and the like, forward submitted resumes to direct contacts at businesses looking to hire, so directly contacting head of hr anywhere is next to impossible).
I’ve not given up hope; today was just a bad day. I found out that my former office mate (the one who said she would eat me first, the one who said she had an anal fixation) died last Friday.
It’s been really strange lately; it must be the weather.

Back from Wondercon. It was pretty cool; smaller than Comic Con (waaaay smaller, waaaaay less stress).
Ugh, if I keep repeating “I don’t want to do HiNaBN cosply” to myself, it will come true, right? Fffffuuu, I’m already thinking about it aaaarrRRRRRRUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH. I’m in no financial position to even be thinking about another costume.
And I want to make good art again. I think I used to at some point. ALLISON: FROM THIS DAY FORWARD, YOU WILL STOP FAILING AT LIFE.
YEAH.
The other Tibenoch blog woke up, so that’s cool. But now I’m not too sure if I should one of my own…
Eh, fuck it. I’ll do it.