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silveradeptToday is a catch-up day. Tomorrow is a crunch day. Tuesday is an exam day. Guess which one I'm worried about the most? Hopefully, I'll get away with a decent grade in the Art History exam. I don't have to be disappointed in not scoring 100 on it when 90 will do, or 85, even. Getting pushed along on my deadlines... in a way, taking the course on the thesis is forcing me to write. That's probably what they want out of me. So it might be that my contribution to NaNoWriMo is progress on my thesis. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, either.
And for those who might even remotely care, Monday's strip for my webcomic, Faces, is the five hundredth strip to be sent into the ether. I'm surprised I've stuck around that long. (Of course, I have far less readers than, say, Maritza did at five hundred, but hey, milestones are milestones.)
Still feeling philosophical about yesterday's issues. Seems almost like I'm finally going through my teenage phase, albeit at twenty-one. Perhaps a sign of growth, perhaps one of regression. I suppose I should put the Angst Warning on my journal now if that's true.
*sigh* should be studying, but don't want to. Should be doing other things, but don't want to. Maybe that means it's time for bed. Should I be concerned about depression now? Or is it just another phase that will pass?
And for those who might even remotely care, Monday's strip for my webcomic, Faces, is the five hundredth strip to be sent into the ether. I'm surprised I've stuck around that long. (Of course, I have far less readers than, say, Maritza did at five hundred, but hey, milestones are milestones.)
Still feeling philosophical about yesterday's issues. Seems almost like I'm finally going through my teenage phase, albeit at twenty-one. Perhaps a sign of growth, perhaps one of regression. I suppose I should put the Angst Warning on my journal now if that's true.
*sigh* should be studying, but don't want to. Should be doing other things, but don't want to. Maybe that means it's time for bed. Should I be concerned about depression now? Or is it just another phase that will pass?
