I've been feeling inexplicably bleak as of late, even when I should be happy. Everything in my life should be fine, I have a roof over my head, a good job, no debt, a girlfriend, and a family that loves me. Yet a dull gray curtain of dread and dullness has descended over my life. This hasn't done wonders for my productivity or creativity, it feels like I have to wrest grounding diagrams, presentations, foamwork, and drawings from my brain.

Maybe I need to start staring into the blue light box in the mornings, or working out harder, or getting back into gaming group, or consider restarting counseling/therapy.

Gah. I'm supposed to be the picture of stability. The guy who doesn't let stuff rattle him. But every morning it gets harder and harder to leave that warm quiet bed to deal with frustrating coworkers, useless software, multiplying paperwork, vendors who can't make a reliable product, and operating companies that give you static and grievances.

Work:
At least the protective grounding documents are nearly done. I just have to fight with the Microsoft Office drawing tools for another week and I can finish everything I have onelines and switch numbers for and call the project done.

Art:
Ha. I wish.

Project Zinogre:
I have the body patterned (not cut), but I still need to pattern the leg and arm. The head is still nonexistent. Maybe I should have bought another sheet of 1" crosslinked polyethylene foam? Ugh. I just can't seem to do anything.

Care Packages:
I'm not sure about doing these right now. I did find some suitable orange fitover safety glasses that come with velour bags to keep them in so they don't get scratched, though. If only I could find a good solution to the plush problem...

"Cleveland! City of light, city of magic!"