On Thursdays...

I go to work at dearest Trent Radio. Today, I plan to digitize a whole friggin' wackload of cds. Twill be marvy.
In other news, my throat and most of my head and neck feel as though they are made of gravel and misery. Gotta love it.
Also, my Tamagotchi had a baby again. To the right is an image of the two of them. It's strange how attached I can get to these little electronic pieces of shite. I think I may have too much love to give.
To the left is an image of an old guitarist, which is what I feel like inside right now - kinda haggard, a little contorted, but truthful and expressive.
I started Art Therapy last night. I'm confronting a lot of things that I would normally avoid like the plague, ie/ feeling things, talking to people about the feelings, trying not to perform or manipulate the surroundings, drawing with crayons in front of people, sitting in circles, doing "check-ins" and so forth. But I KNOW it's good for me, because I already feel lighter knowing there's another group of people out there like me, with the same issues and goings-on. And the fact that I see them once a week regardless is relaxing to me. It takes the self-motivation out of it.
Anyway, enough of this rambling. Tata for now.