i haven’t actually introduced the Tea Wizard yet i dont think… ive got a whole intro comic thumbnail’d out, but i never fully finished it & now i domt remember the order of the panels or which caption goes with which picture
i imagine the guys who tortured Sammick tracking him down to finish him off, but they get a little trigger-happy & shoot his owner as well. they flee, leaving the bodies behind, still not realizing that neither of them can actually die.
their brand of immortality doesn’t come with any kind of healing factor or even infection resistance, so uh… have fun with the toxic shock & lead poisoning. the carpet’s gonna be ruined.
((blessedly uneventful))
i mean my aunt’s been drinking, my mom’s an ass, my grandma is a non-stop whining machine, & i’m going to have to change therapists after this week. but other than that, not much has happened since my last public diary entry.
i did forget to take my meds for a few days & it wiped me tf out. i slept pretty much all weekend.
the cat managed to lose her collar again, but we had another & ive got a handful of extra jingle-bells so it’s really nbd.
ive been playing a lot of pokemon go. i dont leave the house much, but sometimes my gps glitches out & launches me across town which is always funny.
drawing’s been kinda hard, but i could just be burnt out. which sucks because drawing is my Happy Place & where i’d like to be while i recover from burnout. but i pretty much always feel burnt out these days. im burnt out on being burned out. i wish i could tell what’s going on in my own head.
it feels like my brain is stuck in a pothole, but it’s too much energy to dig myself out of it so im kinda just lying here clipping halfway through the floor ctrl+alt+deleteing until the program ends.
running around screaming & flailing my arms seems like it could be refreshing, but i dont even have enough energy for a light jog. it’s like nothing can excite me that much anymore (or ive already become a jaded old fart at 23) more likely i’m just tired & traumatized & depressed. how much fight do i have left in me? will it be enough?
i think my cat’s got the right idea. a nap in the sun sounds nice.