so far, my side of the battle at work is winning. the end outcome should be decided either tomorrow at noon, or the day after, depending on if the boss comes in or not.

honestly though??? I really couldn't give a rotten fruit one way or the other due to the nature of the battle. if anyone's even remotely interested, I'll give a fuller detailed explanation on what's going on later next weekend or something. (but only if you're interested to read about my boring life and all the stupidity I have to put up with.)

but really, it's a very stupid and idiotic thing that shouldn't have happened in the first place if people would just stop trying to make up idiotic scams out of the top of their non-existent, dust-mite dung infested, hollow skulls.

what people won't do for money, geez!

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I got some new toys at my favorite bookstore yesterday. red and blue leads for my mechanical pencils and a book of bristol board paper that I got for a remarkably good price considering the stuff is usually the amount I'd pay for a pair of silver earrings.

I love shopping for supplies like this in school's-in season! they just seem to bring in better stuff at even better prices.

don't ask me when I'll get a chance to actually use anything though. my hands are actually hurting me to grab a decent pencil and paper and just draw until my hand either falls off, or I pass out.

whichever comes first.

but I just have not had the time!!!

it's just one distraction after another. be it work, or otherwise. if I ain't at work, I'm at home doing chores or spending time with my family doing what they want when they ask me to join in, because if I didn't they accuse me of NOT spending enough time with them. and by the time I get just a little alone time to myself, I'm so exhausted that I literally just fall asleep before I can decide that I'm that tired.

it's infuriating, and my hands are hurting because of it. I already had to re-write 2 forms at work this month because while pausing to collect my thoughts on what I had to write, my hand decided to turn the form into a doodle pad and scribbled on its own before I was aware I was even drawing to begin with...

how pathetic is that???

I swear, come my day off, I'm actually going to announce that I want to stay in my room all day with not so much a mention of my name echoing in the hallway so I can physically sit down and draw myself senseless.

because I'm fairly sure that if I don't get rid of this nasty tic in my hands, something is either gonna die, or I'll go insane.

simple as that.