A taste of boredom and worse, idleness, sticks at the tip of my tongue. And anxiety I can't quite explain haunts me like an old hag syndrome, weighing down my chest when I think of what I need to do to live on. Any excuse I can think of seems to block my way. It saps all my energy, trapped under the soul stealing device of unemployment. Ugh. Wish I could find a mind set, some kind of focus and energy to respark my enthusiasm in work and art.
Sorry, just feeling a little down today.
So, Hi, folks. I decided, rather than the normal story, to draw up a little pic of every natchian we saw at Scarborough Fair. ^_^ Good Times. >_> mostly.
Peace ouch, yo!