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It's been a tranquillizer kind of day. One highlight: George sat beside me on the couch to eat one of the Halloween cupcakes sent home to him from Holly's group last night, and when he was finished, he looked down to discover big smears of orange icing on his black jeans. His exact quote: "Oh, fuck! Holy shit! What am I, FIVE?!?"
It gave me the one laugh I've had all day. Gods bless George...
Also, found a possible job lead to chase down -- Marvel is looking for colorists/art restorers on their Marvel Masterworks series. I sent an email off to the editor with portfolio links, so we'll see what shakes out. I KNOW I'm qualified to do the work, and I think I'd really enjoy it.
Just finished eating dinner: another sirloin tip roast (they were on sale at Food Fare) with rosemary sprinkled over it, and carrots and potatoes roasted in the same pan. Mmmmmmm. Well, at least I've been well fed today.
Apparently the secondary story on Boston Legal tonight deals with Wicca -- and according to George, who caught it earlier, they actually pronounced "Samhain" correctly. Shocking! I'm going to catch it on Timeshift in about 45 minutes, see how good/bad it actually is.
I don't know why I'm so low, so suddenly. Perhaps it has something to do with Dr. S's prognosis about future medication adjustments not being a good thing to hang my hopes on. Or, it could just be the nature of the beast.
Feh. Can't decide whether to stay online/go into chat or curl up on the couch and read some more of Essential Wicca. Damned depressive indecisiveness. :-P
It gave me the one laugh I've had all day. Gods bless George...
Also, found a possible job lead to chase down -- Marvel is looking for colorists/art restorers on their Marvel Masterworks series. I sent an email off to the editor with portfolio links, so we'll see what shakes out. I KNOW I'm qualified to do the work, and I think I'd really enjoy it.
Just finished eating dinner: another sirloin tip roast (they were on sale at Food Fare) with rosemary sprinkled over it, and carrots and potatoes roasted in the same pan. Mmmmmmm. Well, at least I've been well fed today.
Apparently the secondary story on Boston Legal tonight deals with Wicca -- and according to George, who caught it earlier, they actually pronounced "Samhain" correctly. Shocking! I'm going to catch it on Timeshift in about 45 minutes, see how good/bad it actually is.
I don't know why I'm so low, so suddenly. Perhaps it has something to do with Dr. S's prognosis about future medication adjustments not being a good thing to hang my hopes on. Or, it could just be the nature of the beast.
Feh. Can't decide whether to stay online/go into chat or curl up on the couch and read some more of Essential Wicca. Damned depressive indecisiveness. :-P
