Been a while, eh? My bad.
At the beginning of the year I began taking sertraline to treat ongoing anxiety problems (based on the results of the treatment thus far, it seems likely I’d been dealing with some degree of undiagnosed depression on top of that). Point is; I haven’t had this much energy since the late 90’s so sitting at a desk is no longer as straight forward as it had been previously.
This isn’t to say I’ve suddenly become an outdoor cat (much less a functional human being), just a marginally more productive indoor cat.
But the cat metaphor only works so far and my intentions for this entry had little to do with psychological health and entirely more to do with minor celebrations.
Then again, perhaps the two are not entirely unrelated?
This is a story about the love affair between my cats and the Cintiq.
Okay, so, I mentioned that the iron had busted- which meant I was pretty useless since ironing things is a fundamental part of whatever it is that I do.
Well, I’ve since nabbed a replacement for $10 down at the local supermarket. It’s kind of a stand-in until I get my shit together enough to organise something better- and it’s horrible. It’s really light and feels like it’s going to crumble in my vice-lice grip (which, for the record, is not actually vice-like at all). The cable is too short, the supposedly non-stick plate grips most fabrics something fierce, thus causing more creasing than it presses- seriously guy, you have one job!
It also smells funny.
But… at least I calmed down long enough between iron-based rage to sort out the housework that’d been steadily piling up. Isn’t housework the worst? If you’re doing it right then nobody notices, so nobody mentions it. But if you don’t have time and miss one thing? Shit son, everybody feels a need to point out what a mess you are.
Costumes may or may not be a thing that start happening again depending how I go with this shitty iron.
Didn’t go to Armageddon on the weekend partly due to not finishing the intended costumes (broken iron, yo) and partly due to family stuff. But mostly costumes, facts are facts and we all know I’d ditch most of the people close to me in a second if it meant flouncing about dressed as fictional characters.
This is probably why I don’t have friends.
But let’s talk about something more interesting, hey?!