Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Mud Is Good For You.

Today was going pretty swell until you accidentally obliterated that gecko's head with a 35lb slab of metal. That made you feel a little ill. But that's life for the small creatures living in the wake of your kind (not to imply any species self-hate ).

It was another low workload day. You're going to enjoy it while you can, because your project manager has already informed you that a bunch of work is about to come in for which you're one of the few people trained to do, so your days are going to start getting longer in the next couple months.

Instead of drawing, you end up spending you're entire afternoon getting the Nemion website up and running ( http://nemion.ginckmedia.com ), after you've gotten your nap out of the way of course. Like everything you do it continues to be a work in progress, but at least you've gotten that much out of the way. Now if you can just figure out how to have a voice that doesn't sound like total dog shit.

You're exhausted now. You've just gotten back from your Lindy Hop 1 class, you failed the exit test miserably. You haven't had this much frustration since learning Tai Chi, in fact you're pretty damn sure this is even harder. You're frustrated because you know part of your problem is that you can't learn in group class settings for shit. You've been incompetent at it your whole life, on account that when the teacher starts talking, you almost always zone out and start daydreaming about something irrelevant to the task at hand. So when he tells you to do something, you have no idea what the fuck it is he wants you to do. You're embarrassed, you're pissed at yourself, and you have to resist the urge to retreat into a dark hole somewhere.

You have to resist bringing yourself down into the Abyss for doing so damn much but having yet to accomplish a fucking thing. You have to keep on climbing up that hill no matter how soft and slick the mud gets.

The left side of your brain/eye aches like you've been writing left-handed for the last couple hours, when you're right-handed - evidence that you've been learning something new. It's good for you.

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