Bugger this. All of it. It's a truth universally acknowledged that any week beginning with waking up with no peripheral vision in one eye is probably going to be a bad one, and what do you know? It was.
Shit scared about next week, too. I've been running this experiment for my job, and next week, in fact, tomorrow, the inventor of it is turning up, and I'm meeting them. I'm terrified. I don't even really know why- fear of looking like an idiot, I suppose, although why THAT should bother me after 20 years of looking like one, I don't know.
I'm being self pitying, and there's no reason for it, just a shitty week.
Still, now its November, and that means that novel writing things afoot.Not that I'm doing anything with it, but I reckon I might try drawing something a day. COuld get me back into it, or at least give me some practice.

I'm venting, I know, but I've nowhere else to do it. That's the nice thing about dA- no one on here knows me, not in a personal, see you every day, on the same course sort of way. Weird, but that's the way I like it.

Things are looking up.I just found a film about Francis Bacon- perfect for a Hallowe'en weekend. That guy scares the hell out of me with his screaming popes, and I love him and hate him in equal measure.
Well, anyway. That's all I have to contribute to the seething morass of life today.
Bugger off and enjoy Sunday.