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Burnt out of my mind. I don't know when I'll be able to update again, so... uh... | |
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NEWS UPDATE
//Son_of_squidgy is about to be dissassembled. When I post again, it'll be from my room at Sheridan... honestly, I can't fathom the degree of the change. I've been so busy scrambling to finish my work assignments before I leave that I haven't had any time to worry, to plan, or to even really think about the move at all. And now, at 2am, it occurs to me that tomorrow, I will no longer live in this house. Stage 5 of Andrew is complete, and Stage 6 is about to begin. I thought I was looking forward to getting out of this place, but... Dammit, don't tell me Windsor snuck up on me and became 'home' when I wasn't looking! Well, peace out, soldiers. Catch you on the flip side. | |
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I'd originally meant to go with something more, hm, cheerful, but this is what's foremost on my mind. I swear, I am so sick and tired of being weak... | |
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Whew! Five hours of life drawing today. Damn, am I burnt out! |