Well, I'm over my head cold, thanks mostly in part to the gallons of hot green-tea that I poured down my own throat as well as my natural ability to fight illness. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one to come down with it. My dad caught it around the same day I did, in which case meant he exaggerated every little symptom and used it as an excuse to be twice an ass. Needless to say, he pissed alot of us off (including mom).

Art-wise, Im doing a tad better. Some of that blockage is cleared up. Haven't had much inspiration (or space) to work with.

And as for employment: nothing new there. Except...my aunt who works at McDonalds suggested i apply at the one she works at, because she has some connection. I'll give it a go, because I think I wouldn't mind "flippin' burgers".