So this is what normal people feel like.

Tired, apparently. I woke up at 5.30a and couldn't get back to sleep. Had a shot of rum (okay, so maybe that's not normal) and just lay there, tossing and turning. Sometimes this happens, and I'm not sure if it's the ADD or just the sheer amount of things going on right now.
Freaking holidays... For whatever reason, I'm just not feeling it this year. Probably because I'm unemployed and can't buy presents for anyone. Including my children. I'm trying to console myself in the fact that they're young, and won't remember, and that my time is more important than things. Doesn't help much.
I'm painting for my immediate family members -- well, not so much painting as collaging/sketching/doing what I do. I've been terribly frustrated by the piece I'm doing for my parents, as it's my most ambitious piece yet and I'm trying out two new techniques. But if there's one thing I've learned about art, it's that it rarely turns out like you originally planned. Unless it's paint-by-numbers, but that's not really art so much as, well... cheating. I've been working on it since 7.30a when I got back from G.'s.
(Hmm. It's 9.11a. I'll tell you a story someday about MorningStar Ministries and the vagueness of prophecy.)
Other frustrations yesterday as well, but I've been asked by the party involved not to splay our relational concerns all over the Internet... so oh well. One more story swallowed.
So I need to finish three pieces by, oh... Friday. I'm reminded of every Science Fair I entered as a child, procrastinating and whipping something up last-minute. I usually won, oddly enough. It's the hyperfocus -- I can produce like a madman when I need to. Which is why I shouldn't be blogging, but the layers need to dry and I'm letting my Dinty Moore settle.
Dinty Moore is a wonderful thing. Although I suppose for breakfast, it might be abnormal. G. calls it "poor people's food," but she grew up quite well-off and... well... I was poor people. Heh. Am poor people. It's a strange comfort food, despite its resemblance to Alpo. I think it also reminds me of MREs and I don't know why that's comforting, but it is. Except that was the last food in the house except for a half-can of Pringles.
Good thing it's the holidays after all. My folks will feed me.