Ok, the actual update of seriousness....
Mar. 16th, 2006 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winneganfakeWell, let's see. Computer is still definitely dying, but y'all knew that one already.
Two artistic (one writing, one maskmaking) commissions have come up. Both are definite good things and hopefully shouldn't interfere with the time I need to spend jobhunting, which will resume the moment I've got a working computer to send out resumes on again. I'll post pictures/details later on for the commissions, once details are more solidified on the one, and construction begins on the other.
The Norwescon pile is a-building. I now have seven masks (eight if you count one other gasmask) on the table in varying stages of being finished up. Mostly just waiting on dry weather to spraycoat about half of them at this point.
Both me and B are mostly recovered now- still some lingering phlegm in my case (and a bunch of it in hers) but we're both definitely doing better overall. Hell, this is the first day this week and all of last week, that I haven't needed to take any medication beyond the infamous Allergy Cocktail.
So overall, things are looking up, right? Right? After everything falling apart recently, I can't help but be paranoid about that. Let's face it: my job, then the car, then the sickness from hell, then the computer. I thought the bad stuff was supposed to come in threes? Well, I guess it did- the job was a couple weeks before everything else, after all. Still. Paranoia.
Tonight, I write. Hopefully. Using old-fashioned methods, even, like real pen and paper. Time to see if I can even read my own handwriting anymore.
Two artistic (one writing, one maskmaking) commissions have come up. Both are definite good things and hopefully shouldn't interfere with the time I need to spend jobhunting, which will resume the moment I've got a working computer to send out resumes on again. I'll post pictures/details later on for the commissions, once details are more solidified on the one, and construction begins on the other.
The Norwescon pile is a-building. I now have seven masks (eight if you count one other gasmask) on the table in varying stages of being finished up. Mostly just waiting on dry weather to spraycoat about half of them at this point.
Both me and B are mostly recovered now- still some lingering phlegm in my case (and a bunch of it in hers) but we're both definitely doing better overall. Hell, this is the first day this week and all of last week, that I haven't needed to take any medication beyond the infamous Allergy Cocktail.
So overall, things are looking up, right? Right? After everything falling apart recently, I can't help but be paranoid about that. Let's face it: my job, then the car, then the sickness from hell, then the computer. I thought the bad stuff was supposed to come in threes? Well, I guess it did- the job was a couple weeks before everything else, after all. Still. Paranoia.
Tonight, I write. Hopefully. Using old-fashioned methods, even, like real pen and paper. Time to see if I can even read my own handwriting anymore.
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