Wow. Wow indeed. I'm not so sure this whole "get a job" thing is all so good for me. Yes, I'm 700 times richer that I was this time last year (1100 or so if we don't count money I've spent), but what the hell happened? I don't make artness anymore. Well, hardly ever. I work at the OOSHC centre two afternoons a week and I have done some stuff there worth a little note, but I don't draw much anymore, I've barely glanced at Lightwave in months, and hell, I don't write anything at all. Ah well, working six days a week cn do that to you, but I suppose that I can smile in the knowledge that I might actually do something in the summer time, when all the tourists leave and I don't have to work so much.

I've also become obsessed with finding a game called "Nexus: the Jupiter Incident". This all started the yesterday when I fell into a fitful, fevered sleep for 16 hours caused be the mysterious illness that has plagued me just for a day, and I dreamed about it. It is a strange feeling to dream of a game, and then wake for a few moments to despair in the knowledge that you don't have said game, and then continue to dream of games with the ever present thought of "but it's not Nexus" and "Damn I wish I would stop dreaming this dream and go on to a new one." The twitching was weird too. However, when I finally emerged at 12:30pm today, I was perfectly fine, and oddly, completely fine with the fact that I had not eaten in over 24hrs and didn't feel hungry.

Anyway, mine fingers do seize up in this cold.