obsessively trying to understand what it means to be human

Everything is not good, and I am not sleeping well.

My clothes are fitting weird (in a bad way, I think).

I need to finish “Taco ‘Bout a Baby” (which I really don’t want to do at all, anymore).

My day job is corporate hell — there’s nothing to do but sit in silence and try to avoid gossip.

I have to crochet a lot tomorrow evening.

I need to make sure everything stays on track (which means buying Copic Markers tomorrow, when I get paid).

This must be my leutal phase… Everything feels so much more difficult than it actually is.

On a positive note, though: I have drawn 4 of my 5 Composition Studies. I am well on track to finish that early. That does feel nice.