I was going to say that I haven't been feeling well lately, in terms of mental stability. Then I remebered that I pretty much only update this thing when I am feeling down on myself, and so it would just be redundant to tell you.

On the bright side a friend of mine brought me a bunch of shrinky dinks. I had one of those off-the-cuff ideas (jokes) about making money by marketing cute pendants and earrings made out of shrinky dinks. You know, cupcakes with happy faces for 14-year-old girls, and that kind of thing.

I love shrink dinks. I'm working on a heart that is designed like it was cut from a circuit board at the moment, for Allie, who brought me the shrinky dinks. I also drew a pretty sweet Jackalope skull that I might shrink and buy a chain for - for me.

About a week ago, when this bout of depression suddenly slammed me in the face, I was riding in the car on the way back from Green Bay (We went to a haunted house. It was 'meh'.), and suddenly, for the first time in a year, I felt my writing creep up on me in that naturally seductive way it used to. I was staring blankly out the window, half-listening to the music and conversation, and I was getting clips, words, lines, and stanzas. Of course, I didn't have anything to write it on, or write it with, and by the the time I got hom they were all gone. I had lost that hint of depression, and was shaking with heaviness and thinking of nothing else.

I want it back so badly.
It was all I had.