Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Well. Life after high school confuses me. I feel sullied and unusual, and very very adrift. I can't find a day job (because reality sucks), so I've been sort of rumbling around making drawings and paintings and photographs and trying to find someone who'll buy them. But of course, no one wants to buy art-bits, because most people have enough trouble buying food and petrol. So I just keep rumbling around. I've now got my dad into this whole mess, as he's agreed to handle the businessy-business bits that confuse, frustrate, and terrify me, so at least I can focus all of my confusion, frustration, and terror on not feeling like a sufficiently good artist. I mean, I know I'm acceptable as far as art students go, but there are a lot of things I don't know, which I've been trying to teach myself, and I keep thinking that if I don't get to school (and at this point I'd even settle for community college, because let's face it, I'll never be able to afford the measliest, most humdrum art school) I'll end up desperate and pathetic for the entirety of my desperate, pathetic life.

In short, reality is killing me. Hardcore. The great looming void of my future kind of makes me want to cry.

In other news, I have lately been drawing scenes from the never-named universe that Watt hails from, if you remember Watt. He's in my gallery somewhere. It's very grimy, and also very science-y, but slightly demon-y. I found it in an old, very wee sketchbook that I think I filled in 2006 or 2007 or something, so clearly I am dredging far back into the past. ...also there are zombies, but I SWEAR THEY WERE ALREADY THERE WHEN I ARRIVED. ...there aren't very many, anyway.

Oh, Galactus. I haven't done anything on the comic. I don't know when I will, but I'll try to make it a priority.

And I still don't have a driver's license, even though I know how to drive. I hate driving. HATE IT. Not sure why, actually. I handle the car very well, although sometimes I stress out about keeping track of the rules, but the rules are actually so commonsense that I never forget them. I just hate doing it. It twists my gut around. So even though I have the learner's permit, I don't actually drive EVER, and can't be motivated to go take the test. (Also I have to parallel park in the test, and I don't do that. Like, at all.)