Sleep? I Could Never Figure It Out
Night before last, went to bed early, got up normal time, dragged ass all day. last night, went to bed reeeeeallllly late, got up normal time, feel great. Apparently, I'm not supposed to get much sleep, I function better.
"Absolutely Fabulous" rocks my socks.
Getting random mails from people that appreciate my work always fascinates me. I dunno, I don't see all that much "work" in what I do, and I don't think of it as all that impressive. Now, don't get me wrong, there are some things I've done that I agree are damn good, but I guess, since I just sorta taught myself to work with PhotoShop, I figure anyone could do it, and so I don't think I'm all that special. Anyway, that just means when someone takes time to write me and mention that they like my work, it tickles me pinkish.
Oh and, for the love o' Dobbs, this isn't some kind of plea for anyone to stroke my ego. Don't go commenting about "hey, I like your work, you're so good!", this is not some beg for validation, OK? I'm not being down on myself, I'm just sayin'.
So, yeah, caught up with that old friend again. Man, I haven't talked to her in, sheesh, well, over three years. She's one of the first real friends I had online; in fact, come to think of it, we had a little thing going for a bit there, nothing serious, of course (contrary to my g/f's belief). I've missed her for a while, always wondering what happened to her (she just sort of vanished one day), and it's kinda cool how easily we slipped back into just talking. Been spending a chunk of the morning playing catch-up.
OK, enough rambling. I should, at the very least, get dressed (no, I'm not on cam right now
nythien, don't get excited) and do a bit of riding. We'll see...I upped my ride yesterday, and I'm feeling it. Still can't go very far, but I'm so out of shape, I've got to work up slowly. Which I hate, but them's the breaks, right?
I need a Monster.
"Absolutely Fabulous" rocks my socks.
Getting random mails from people that appreciate my work always fascinates me. I dunno, I don't see all that much "work" in what I do, and I don't think of it as all that impressive. Now, don't get me wrong, there are some things I've done that I agree are damn good, but I guess, since I just sorta taught myself to work with PhotoShop, I figure anyone could do it, and so I don't think I'm all that special. Anyway, that just means when someone takes time to write me and mention that they like my work, it tickles me pinkish.
Oh and, for the love o' Dobbs, this isn't some kind of plea for anyone to stroke my ego. Don't go commenting about "hey, I like your work, you're so good!", this is not some beg for validation, OK? I'm not being down on myself, I'm just sayin'.
So, yeah, caught up with that old friend again. Man, I haven't talked to her in, sheesh, well, over three years. She's one of the first real friends I had online; in fact, come to think of it, we had a little thing going for a bit there, nothing serious, of course (contrary to my g/f's belief). I've missed her for a while, always wondering what happened to her (she just sort of vanished one day), and it's kinda cool how easily we slipped back into just talking. Been spending a chunk of the morning playing catch-up.
OK, enough rambling. I should, at the very least, get dressed (no, I'm not on cam right now
nythien, don't get excited) and do a bit of riding. We'll see...I upped my ride yesterday, and I'm feeling it. Still can't go very far, but I'm so out of shape, I've got to work up slowly. Which I hate, but them's the breaks, right?I need a Monster.