Sept 4 6:37pm Welcomed a friend back home after a few weeks of her living on campus. It's one of the other welcomer's birthdays today. Spending time with them and the other handful of people there was really nice and I think I had needed to get out of the house. Best friends texted me while I was away- one of them was out with her family doing cool things. I enjoyed myself a lot in the night and the morning, I ate well and played with animals and read and watched entertaining stuff. Sister got me to drive the truck around a parking lot and down the street on the way home. I couldn't keep a steady speed, turned in the middle of the road and close to poles, and bumped a curb before riding up onto it. I was shaking and pissed off, but I didn't complain because I know I'm going to have to do that again if I want to be able to get around town anytime soon. Thinking about it bothers me, but not as much as someone with a phobia of cars or anything so I guess I can deal with it. Sadly I've just been in a bad mood since I got home. Slept a while, ate and tried not to talk to my siblings very much, read a few pages of a few comics because the rest wouldn't load, and now I'm just all irritated that I can't look at much of other people's work and I know I'm not going to fill the time doing my own work. Plotting is hard, drawing is hard, developing and displaying a consistent version of my own stories and characters is hard. Sleeping is all I want to do. Waa waa.









