Physical: I feel sick. Part is PMS and part is other reasons. My head throbs painfully and my stomach is tying itself in knots. My arm also hurts again.
Mental: Found the driver for my tablet, so I no longer want to shoot myself in the head quite so badly for losing it in the first place. Trying to locate some program that will allow me to download music. Gnucleus was so very slow and my connection was too shitty. Audiogalaxy worked well before, but spyware and hidden programs disturb me.
Emotional: Shit. I think that about sums it up nicely, yes. I feel like shit. As I believe I've mentioned, one of the most annoying feelings in the world is simultaneously needing/wanting a hug and feeling that if anyone tries to touch you, you will slaughter them instantly. It is very frustrating. I am removing the comments feature because I don't want sympathy or "awww *virtual-hug*"s. If someone tried pulling that shit in real life I would probably physically hurt them. I want to be left alone, preferably for a very long time. I am sick of humanity again. I need - and want, I suppose a little - to talk to Greg, but he has vanished and does not seem to want to be online to speak with me. Damn it, Greg. I both want and do not want to talk to Michael; I want to talk to him simply because I always do, and I do not even want to try because I know neither of us will say anything, we will just sit there and for the most part ignore each other until one of us falls offline.
Artistic: Oh fuck it. Makenzie's Locker is dead. It is not coming back. We all need to accept this and move on. I don't fucking draw anymore; not anything that I could post as any semblance of a story or comic. I don't write anymore. I haven't had a scene run through my head in months, I haven't been able to hold a conversation with the characters like I used to in an equally long time. For all practical purposes, Jenni is dead and has taken her comics with her. I will email the Keenspace people to ask them to delete the account so it no longer takes up space that an actual artist could use.
Misc: Drew, I have your goddamned Lain CDs here. I have put them in my bag. Harass me tomorrow or something.