It must seem like I've fallen off of the face of the earth here. I rarely reply, barely post, and only update my journal once a month or so.
Actually, the opposite is true; I've got so much going on IRL, I have little time to socialize online and less still to work on fanfiction or art. I'm trying to finish up the next chapters of the two books I have on amazon (shameless plug! www.amazon.com/s/ref=dp_byline…
I'm sorting through my house and getting rid of/selling a ton of crap. Work continues to be a pit of a thousand hissing snakes and it's just getting worse. I really, really don't want to think about what this winter will be like.
My self-care at this point is trading my musical instruments to a friend for acting lessons. It's so much fun. I always loved to act, but it was something that fell by the wayside after school. I couldn't even get into a amateur production right now with my schedule, but it's fun to work and improve things.
One of the monologues he gave me was from Tamora from Titus Andronicus. I can't begin to tell you how therapeutic it is to scream 'Now make Mommy proud and kill these motherfuckers!' in Shakespearean.