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Hey void. I'm back again. *now with pictures! |
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Here's me with a beer.
Here's me with an Evil Dead comic book (I love evil dead.)
And here's me with... Well... Me. I couldn't think of anything else to pose with. Maybe the ocean in the background. You will notices how the light focuses on tiny pimples and inequalities on my skin. So I'm not photogenic. What the Hell.
And I don't wear skull shirts all the time. I'm not a goth. It's just a really comfortable shirt.
Anyway, it's been a long time, eh, dear Void (and Sylver, if you still read.) Gaia's changed a bit, and so have I. I seem to have "progressed" in the psychological sense of the term. Producing a comic under teh influence of mood-altering drugs, yeah, that sounds real good, but it's true. I have been prescribed a mood stabilzer due to my manic depressive tendencies (minus the manic,of course) and it seems to be working well. I've actually dropped some weight, which is strange considering the nature of my treatment. Usually people gain weight on this type of medication.
Feh. Lucky sometimes!
But at least I'm happier. I'm not sure about being happy. It's a new thing, and humans are instinctively shy of new things. Sometimes, I can see with much greater clarity, come back to life, if you will (heh.) and others, it seems to obscure my vision with a langourous fog. It's very hard to write when consumed by that fog, which is why I'm writing this on the edge of my dosage ( have to take some after this) when the fog seems thinnest. It's fairly amusing, if I'm allowed to admit it. When I first took this medication, I was amazed at my energy, amazed that normal people don't have night's razor edge pushing in on them every second of every day. I'm the camel who carried his burden and had no idea of what it was. Then when it was lifted, I ran around for days like I was on crack. I'm not sure if someone who has not been deppressed for long stretches of time, then suddenly had it lifted can even understand this feeling.
And I can begin to see, not some divine, perfect vision, but a place, at least, that I can make for myself.
Mom, I'm going to be a cartoonist.
(trust me, it's a hard confession to make.)
Bob the Checkout Guy · Sun Jul 09, 2006 @ 01:38am · 0 Comments |
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