So I guess one fo the most difficult things for a person who strives more than anything to be more altruistic than anything in his life is to experience someone who refuses help. When from your perspective you observe someone gradually getting sadder and colder as time passes and no matter how honest and true your intentions, they just can't accept them. It kills me. Its why I can't sleep. Like right now.
I'm planning on moving away for June and July and getting back in time for JIll's wedding. I'm scared and excited all at once. We went out eight years ago which is insane all on its own, but this is just one of those critical events that show that you're growing and aging. I need to call some people.
I discovered today that that wierd thing I had in September is called Exploding Head Syndrome and I have it, or at least have experienced it. Twice in one week. Look it up, it was terrifying.
My head is swimming. I think I'm going to do what I've never done and take some valerian.
I have two episodes of Waterbear Evwywhere scripted, and I think I might make them comics before the next step. I think I'm going to try to start and finish a comic this week. Maybe the one with the ghost. We'll see.
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