I'm in one of those moods again..

where I wish I'd done more with myself.. looking back does no good and I really wish I could shut it down.

I just want.. to make a difference. To affect people's lives in a positive way. To matter. Lately it seems that's the last thing I can do. It's very easy for me to feel as though I'm completely pointless. Hell.. it's practically an extra hobby.

My Totoro book showed up today! But I ordered two and the other's on backorder. Still.. niftiness. I drew a totoro, because I'd been telling Bill I'd draw one for him.. it's not perfect, but it doesn't suck.

I hate weekends because I can't get near the damn computer and I have to avoid Rona (my stepmother) all day.. plus I think I slept most of today.

I sold the book I made.. the one with the petals? There is a really awesome one with froggies batiked on the cover paper that I'm debating selling.. I don't know.. it's pretty severely cool. The pages aren't lined, so it could even be a sketchbook.

Have I babbled long enough? I believe so..