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cuddlefish) wrote2004-02-02 04:14 pm
cuddlefish) wrote2004-02-02 04:14 pm
立ち直りまっさいっちゅー
I forgot to mention last night that my total number of screencaps for Hagaren #17 was something like 138. Yes. I was capping for Winry, too, not just Ed, this time.
I keep trying to relax and do other things that aren't drawing (since I just scanned a metric fuckton of stuff), but I have this problem. This new list. I've already had NINE ideas that I want to draw or mutter about. There are only two things that can make me THIS sensitive to inspiration: an audience, and ...that...which I sincerely hope will come and go soon without taking my creativity with it... Either way, HELP I CAN'T STOP DRAWING XO
EDIT: Five years ago, my dad had a fairly young patient (probably in his 20s) and couldn't find anything wrong with him. He sent him home.
That patient had hypertension. He died that day.
For five years I wondered if anything would ever come of that. Today my dad got a letter in the mail that says he is a potential witness for something two other doctors he works with have already been called in for. I don't know if he even knows what he's going to be testifying about---if he even does, because his lawyer is opposing it.
IT COULD BE NOTHING. It could also mean my dad gets in trouble for malpractice (though he had insurance for it at the time, I think) after years and years and YEARS of taking care of people.
I'm scared, but I feel like a goose saying that, and I always worry about these things too much, anyways, so I'll just say I'm startled.
And while I'm at it, I have a muscle tic in my butt. No, I'm not kidding. It's somewhere on the right. I wonder if I went and looked in a mirror I could see that cheek moving.
Ed: Look. You can talk about MY ass any time you like, but don't start up about YOURS.
Robin: ...um...thank you for permission? It's not that bad, is it? >3>
I keep trying to relax and do other things that aren't drawing (since I just scanned a metric fuckton of stuff), but I have this problem. This new list. I've already had NINE ideas that I want to draw or mutter about. There are only two things that can make me THIS sensitive to inspiration: an audience, and ...that...which I sincerely hope will come and go soon without taking my creativity with it... Either way, HELP I CAN'T STOP DRAWING XO
EDIT: Five years ago, my dad had a fairly young patient (probably in his 20s) and couldn't find anything wrong with him. He sent him home.
That patient had hypertension. He died that day.
For five years I wondered if anything would ever come of that. Today my dad got a letter in the mail that says he is a potential witness for something two other doctors he works with have already been called in for. I don't know if he even knows what he's going to be testifying about---if he even does, because his lawyer is opposing it.
IT COULD BE NOTHING. It could also mean my dad gets in trouble for malpractice (though he had insurance for it at the time, I think) after years and years and YEARS of taking care of people.
I'm scared, but I feel like a goose saying that, and I always worry about these things too much, anyways, so I'll just say I'm startled.
And while I'm at it, I have a muscle tic in my butt. No, I'm not kidding. It's somewhere on the right. I wonder if I went and looked in a mirror I could see that cheek moving.
Ed: Look. You can talk about MY ass any time you like, but don't start up about YOURS.
Robin: ...um...thank you for permission? It's not that bad, is it? >3>