What a horrible night to have work tomorrow.

Oh well, fuck it.

Sometimes I wish I could just give up games entirely so that I could focus completely on practicing art stuffs.

But if it weren't for games, I would never be drawing in the first place. Besides which, I love them entirely too much. Games are my life. So that's not happening.

But man, wtf do I do. I just gotta' be more dedicated, I guess.

I wish I could say I was looking forward to school in a week. But I'm not. Not at all. I couldn't say why, either. My teacher is awesome. It's the class I've wanted to take from the beginning.

But I'm dreading it hard.

My father will always find a way to make any conversation about JFK, 9/11, the Titanic or the Lincoln Assassination. Compared to this, his women troubles of 5-7 years ago were a god damn blessing.

Reading old AIM chats always fills me with a myriad of emotions, the biggest of them nostalgic and melancholy. I've said it before that I hope my best days aren't behind me and I still really hope that isn't the case. Looking where I'm at in life, though, it's super difficult not to feel that way.

Sleep time, work tomorrow, mnh.

Drunk goggles are supposed to make shit look better, right? I look at my drawings when drunk and just fucking hate everything about them.

In lieu of posting something stupid while drinking, I'll just say that I love Mega Man games and that Snake Man's theme kicks ass.

Blah

On a more positive note, yay summer! BBQs, swimmin', vidya games and copious amounts of alcohol. I am excited.

Every day the battle to not quit my job becomes more and more difficult.

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