I've come to the conclusion that the universe enjoys dragging its balls across my face. My last journal entry was full of hope, but now that's all dried up. I'm tired and angry. I haven't been doing so hot as far as creativity goes either. I can get ideas, but the drive to implement them isn't there.

I partly blame my room for this. It's not completely rearranged yet considering my uncle decided to use it for storage while I was gone, so for the first two or so weeks I was here I was living in the guest room. Now I've been sorting through THIS mess and trying to organize shit, but people are continually fucking with me and acting like my time is of no value. Every time I have time for me, all I want to do is read or sleep. Just THINKING of what I need to do is exhausting.

In other news: Today is Ishida's birthday, and I haven't paid homage to him. Whoops. I DID brainstorm something for my sketch of him though. I also have one other project in progress, and 3 in my brain.

Don't expect anything too Christmas-y from me this year. (Not that I USUALLY do stuff like that) I'm simply not going to be in the holiday spirit.