[Insert rewritten Huey Lewis and the News lyrics here.] March through November of 2006 were pretty great - I felt good about taking it slow with ATC (oppose the overwhelming drive to get it done this year and the overwhelming low-level desperation regarding the quality of ATC, DCR, and everything else I've created), I was fine with Life In General (see previous perenthesis, replace creative bits with life bits), I was fine with people (absolute proof I was on drugs!). 99% of PPAC was created "under the influence." Life didn't get under my skin as much.

I let the prescription run out because I couldn't afford the stuff - 30$ every six weeks or so was a pain in the ass at the time, as was the Agony of sitting around Giant Eagle for forty minutes. Now the 30$ being burned on video games - something I wouldn't feel like sinking into if I didn't, yanno, need a diversion. What with sleeping, eating and paying bills leaving me with just enough money for laundry and nothing for going out more than, say, once a pay period. Nevermind new clothes, furniture, hardware, etc.

Lack of funds would be why I'm taking commissions now, which has turned out to be its own kind of hell. For the time being, anyway. If I get a few of those done, get caught up on bills and so forth, get The Glacier that is my inertia pointed in a "get another doctor's appointment" direction, then I ought to be able to afford to get back on the stuff. At which point I'll feel better about life being nothing but work and liver destruction.