I have a job. It rocks. I love it. It is kind of stressful but damn do I love it. Volunteered my time (or my time was volunteered is more accurate because when your boss says 'hey there's a race coming up, you should tend the booth and bring the massage table, "no thx" is not an appropriate answer) at a 5k run for the local theatre. That was cool. I felt that I really made a difference, even if it was only for twenty or so folks.
Things are still going well with Mike, too. He has rekindled my desire to create! I have been writing little snippets of stories every day, even when I'm tired or listless. I've come to realize that I won't have time to do the things I want, so I have to make time which is less about time travel and alchemy, and more about gritty determination to get something done. Like a classic American cowboy or Jason Statham in CRANK 2. Because life will try to poison you, cut out your heart and replace it with an artificial one, and you will total some cars, and people that you thought were your friends might betray you, and people that are your friends will stick by you in bloody shootouts, BUT BY GOD, when your precious time is limited, all it takes is a mess of determination to get what needs to be done, done.
And if life lights you on fire? PUNCH IT TO DEATH.
Tl;dr I am happy with my job, I am writing and drawing again, and I am setting aside to SEE YOU FOLKS AGAIN. So beware, the mouse runneth over.
