New friend

April 22, 2010 at 3:22 pm (Art) (, , )

Today I drew Wools, who belongs to a new friend of mine in England. Wools is new friends with Lil Lardie and Billy.

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These guys crack me up

April 22, 2010 at 2:03 am (Art) (, , , )

Tonight, while I was chatting online with Judith, I drew these little guys. Lil Lardie, the micro pig and Billy, the goat. He’s a dancer. Anyway, just thought I’d share something cute and happy for the first time in a while.

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Nice day

April 19, 2010 at 10:12 pm (Life) (, , )

I wrote 10 pages today of my script. I’m up to 75 pages now. I’m shooting for 100 pages by April 30 as part of Script Frenzy. I think I’ll be just fine. I’m not entirely sure this script will get me to 100, though. I feel like there are only 15 pages left. Oh well, I’ll just write a couple short films or one acts to get me to 100 of script writing.

I also finally got to play disc golf today. I went out with two friends and we played the back 8 at Johnson Street. We didn’t keep score, but had a lot of fun.

Things are turning around, I think.

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Good, good, happy news

April 18, 2010 at 1:14 pm (Life) (, , , , )

Good news: through a bit of tracking down, and searching, I found out I had one more refill on both of my meds. AND through an odd loop-hole, I was able to get them filled at the university’s pharmacy, which DOESN’T try to turn a profit. I paid the same for both of my meds as I would have for the cheapest one at Walgreens.

So yeah, good things. Going to celebrate my happiness by listening to ABBA all day at work 🙂

This is STILL one of my favorite quotes. It was said by my friend Hope after we went to see Mamma Mia and sat with some other friends.

“I’m sorry. When I said Jeremy liked ABBA, I didn’t know I meant he knows every word to every song.”

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“It’s 3 AM, I must be lonely”

April 15, 2010 at 4:08 am (Life) (, , , , , )

It turns out that the 24 hour Emergency Crisis facility at the Mental Health Department only does hospitalization at 2:45 AM. There are no therapists or counselors there at that time. The security guard said, “How ya doin?” when I walked in and I barked a laugh in his face. “If I was well, would I be here at almost 3 in the morning?” Anyway, they sent me home, saying to come back at 8 AM for the walk-in clinic.

So I did what any normal person with mental illness would do…I came home and mowed the front yard. By the light of the street lamps. At 3 AM. Twice. That first time around just didn’t seem to get it all. I then spent 10 minutes staring at the yard across the street (Eddie’s), debating on whether or not I should mow it. I finally chose not to because it was bumpier than I wanted to deal with. I then drank about 32 oz. of orange juice.

People…….I’m not so sure I’m very stable.

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