I spent the last two days not leaving my house, the majority of which time was spent on the couch. I wasn't terribly sick, per se, but I must have needed some rest because I didn't want to do anything. At all. Nothing is precisely what I did until a few hours ago, when I started drawing a few things.

I thought for sure after the holidays things would wind down and I could take a breather, and even though they have, I must have been more exhausted than I realized. I don't like missing work unless I'm at death's door, but if I come down with a serious case of DILLIGAF I suppose there's nothing more to be done than stay home. I'll be useless otherwise.

Having so much time to think has made me realize something I've been wrestling with the last few years -- growing up. Getting older doesn't bother me one bit; it's natural, it happens, and you can't fight it. Growing up, on the other hand, involves dealing with responsibilities. Hard work, decision making, and humility in the face of success. I don't want to do it, but it's high time I start staying home and working on my shit like I'm supposed to. It'd be a lot easier if I had my office set up, but that's just an excuse not to grab the pencil and go. An outcome of failure has been divined if I do otherwise. I have a lot of people expecting a lot of shit out of me, and unless I put down the bottle I'll never get it done. The bottle, the crochet hook, the DS and the Wii. Not the paintbrush. Oh, no, not the paintbrush. Paintbrush can still make me money. Heh.

I've got a few things to upload that I'll hopefully get around to in the next few days. It's going to be a busy weekend at work.

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