an account of a week and a half

Sunday, Jan 29: Protest.

Tuesday, Jan 31: Hung with friends, watching them buy supplies for their Physical Art Doings at the art store. Impulsively buy cool mirror with dragon on it. Seriously it is fucking rad, it's circular and has the dragon splaying across it, dividing it into a ying/yang sort of pattern.

Thursday, Feb 2: finally unbox cool mirror. Contemplate places to put it. Come to vague decision, don't feel like nailing anything up. Leave on floor in foyer.

Friday, Feb 3: the inner Magician vaguely wonders if it's really a good idea to leave this mirror right at the door, reflecting the energies being filtered by the big picture of the semi-divine version of my dragonsona that's hanging on the inside of the door. Other things like “hanging with girlfriend” and “buying some magic chocolate with high THC and CBD content because my throat hurts when I smoke and there is no way I'm doing the Trump regime sober” distract me from this. There are ten little chocolates in the bag; I will go through them over the next few days.

There is pretty much no point in the rest of this journal entry where I am not at least a little high, until the last day.

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good morning

It's 7:30 AM and I'm wide awake. Am I jet lagged?

It is also possible that I'm just awake because I went to sleep pretty early last night; I forgot to have food most of the day, then kinda collapsed into bed when I came back from getting a sandwich. Plus I have something like a cold that I caught at SPX or on the way home from it. Probably on the way home; I hung out in the DC airport for like four hours, waiting for my flight in an environment that smelled like “I will probably get sick breathing this air” the instant I stepped in.

And here I am going to Rainfurrest today and tomorrow. To SPREAD MY DISEASE. And to dance. If I have the energy. Don't kiss me if you go too.

The only useful thing I did yesterday was to send off the brief addendum I had to my Nickelodeon pitch. They told me my show bible was pretty interesting, but they were explicitly looking for outlines/boards/etc for 2-3 min cartoons, and gave me until Friday to throw one together and send it to them. I thanked them, and did a first draft in the time between the pitch meeting and SPX's show floor opening up; it sat dormant while I travelled and spent the first day home with Nick hanging around, then did some minor edits and sent it off. I'd had some notions about loosely timing it to see if it actually fit into 3 minutes (probably not, it's probably more like 4-5 unless I time it super aggressively) and editing it until it did, but I didn't have anything like the energy to do that.

Guess I'll go shower. I haven't in a couple days due to general post-SPX lethargy. And next week I get to get on ANOTHER airplane and do ANOTHER con! But only a trip down to the Bay Area this time.

good morning

It's 7:30 AM and I'm wide awake. Am I jet lagged?

It is also possible that I'm just awake because I went to sleep pretty early last night; I forgot to have food most of the day, then kinda collapsed into bed when I came back from getting a sandwich. Plus I have something like a cold that I caught at SPX or on the way home from it. Probably on the way home; I hung out in the DC airport for like four hours, waiting for my flight in an environment that smelled like “I will probably get sick breathing this air” the instant I stepped in.

And here I am going to Rainfurrest today and tomorrow. To SPREAD MY DISEASE. And to dance. If I have the energy. Don't kiss me if you go too.

The only useful thing I did yesterday was to send off the brief addendum I had to my Nickelodeon pitch. They told me my show bible was pretty interesting, but they were explicitly looking for outlines/boards/etc for 2-3 min cartoons, and gave me until Friday to throw one together and send it to them. I thanked them, and did a first draft in the time between the pitch meeting and SPX's show floor opening up; it sat dormant while I travelled and spent the first day home with Nick hanging around, then did some minor edits and sent it off. I'd had some notions about loosely timing it to see if it actually fit into 3 minutes (probably not, it's probably more like 4-5 unless I time it super aggressively) and editing it until it did, but I didn't have anything like the energy to do that.

Guess I'll go shower. I haven't in a couple days due to general post-SPX lethargy. And next week I get to get on ANOTHER airplane and do ANOTHER con! But only a trip down to the Bay Area this time.