
I was in a reasonably good mood. I did some drawings today. They weren't very good, mind, I mean, the colouring in I did wasn't. I don't know how I could colour something in with the best God-damned pencils you can buy and make it look like cheap stupid juvenile crap, but I did it. God damn it. I wanted to ink some Magnetism pictures but I couldn't. My hand was shaking too much. They shake too much all the time. Doesn't matter if I eat enough or not. Fuck shit.
I exhausted myself by drawing, and I didn't even DO that much. I remember a year ago where I could ink ten drawings in a day. Today I ink two or three and I'm toast. I sat on the couch and read, and then I fell asleep. Dad wakes me up four hours later and tells me to get off the couch cause people want to watch TV. No, don't let me have maybe the end of the couch so Dad can sit on the end of it (he's the only one that sits on the couch anyway). Make your sick, pain-riddled daughter sleep in her room, which is currently reading thirty degrees on the thermometer cause it lacks any sort of air conditioning (old house).
That's what put me in a bad mood. To his credit, he did offer me part of the couch after I had a teenaged fit at both Mum and him. I feel sorta bad about it but I'm so sore right now I don't care about anything. I'm just in this sort of half-asleep grumpy bitch haze. I'm never good like this.
I want to check my mail. I want to scan in art. I can do neither of these things because my nephew David is playing some sort of shoot-em up on the main computer, which is where all my mail download software is. *sigh*