A job well done...
Nov. 20th, 2005 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teiresias... is indeed, at least in this particular case, its own reward.
Thanksgiving's going to be complete and utter madness. Why does my mother always have to be so willing to take a bullet for others?
Ah well. Family's worth it, I suppose.
I... really don't have much worthwhile to say on here anymore, do I-- a downside to finding inner peace? Who'd a' thunk? Now that I'm actually happy and productive on a regular basis, the urge to write has almost entirely left me. I never did care about art enough to actually suffer for it, of course.
Not, you understand, that I consider anything I ever put here "art"... though, in a somewhat ironic twist, I do make art for a living now; well, okay, I draw. It's a stretch to call it "artistic", I suppose, but I do try to make my maps beautiful as well as useful.
Is it bad that attaining equilibrium feels somehow disturbing in and of itself? Just wondering.
Ignore me, mind-blowing sex has apparently killed my brain.
Thanksgiving's going to be complete and utter madness. Why does my mother always have to be so willing to take a bullet for others?
Ah well. Family's worth it, I suppose.
I... really don't have much worthwhile to say on here anymore, do I-- a downside to finding inner peace? Who'd a' thunk? Now that I'm actually happy and productive on a regular basis, the urge to write has almost entirely left me. I never did care about art enough to actually suffer for it, of course.
Not, you understand, that I consider anything I ever put here "art"... though, in a somewhat ironic twist, I do make art for a living now; well, okay, I draw. It's a stretch to call it "artistic", I suppose, but I do try to make my maps beautiful as well as useful.
Is it bad that attaining equilibrium feels somehow disturbing in and of itself? Just wondering.
Ignore me, mind-blowing sex has apparently killed my brain.
