It's probably because of my workload staring me in the face while I try to get to some personal work, but I just can't focus on it to save my life. I did a sketch yesterday while waiting for my computer to save a file that really shouldn't have taken as long as it did, and I scanned it in this morning to mess with coloring and the tablet and all that, and I gave up mad quick. I feel burnt out right now. Not to mention that I feel like a senile fuck. It literally feels like if I think of something new, it pushes something else out of my head that I'm supposed to remember, like I've reached critical mass or something. It takes one little email or phone call to make me forget EVERYTHING I was doing. I started just writing shit down and organizing my day that way, so I can just look down at the notes and be like "oh yeah." I never used to be like that. I was sharp as a fucking sickle... Now, I'm like a stoner without the stoned.

Usually I would switch it up and write or something like that, but I'm not even in the mood to do that. I'm just worn the fuck out I guess. I'll have to just wait it out until I can clear it up. I think I'm also just trying to do shit for the sake of doing it, which always fucks up my game. So I gotta let go of the wheel and let shit come to me.

The writing shit I've been working on is obviously the Slumlords shit, but I keep hitting crazy walls. So far, I got the characters' descriptions and rough backgrounds down. The main base of the story is there, it's just the specifics that are killing me. I think I decided to set it in the mid 90's, which is when I first started noticing the shit I want to touch on in the story... Plus, that was just my favorite time in my life, and the time where I was really idealistic and righteously angry and all that, so I think it would work out. The specifics of the conflict are coming across as kind of corny to me, and I'm trying to figure out a way to make it more valid.

Enough complaining. I have work to finish and I have to cram it all in because we have Friday off.

Peace.

- Joe(y)*

*The (Y) costs extra.