Funhouse

Right before I got all distracted by the bartender incident I thought about starting to write/draw a graphic novel kind of thing. I actually sketched some first ideas, it should be some sort of diary thing dealing with the past month, starting at the night of my mother's death. Maybe that's mobid. I was rather slck the last few weeks, but today I started again. I don't know if this could be anything good, but in a way I think it might work. It just is hard to look into all that again. Maybe it will help me to cope - that's probably why I do it. It should end with me (or rather: my character) going on a plane to Canada. Let's just hope this could be some sort of self fullfilling prophecy... It would be nice though, because it would cover a whole year then. And of course I don't have to entirely stick the naked truth. Some things need some covering I guess and one or two interesting threads could be added. How great that I have these huge glasses now, my figure while be easily detected by them..!
I felt pretty bad the last couple of days. I was really down, and all these parties and encounters with people who are really hitting it off right now only made me feel worse. But today the sun is shining, and my hormone-filled young body (yieeks!) has overthrown my sad mind and I feel a bit better and more productive. Apart from the comic adventure I went to the store and bought some seeds. And planted them. As I said: hormones. I did my laundry and I hoovered. Well. Tonight I'm going to meet my sister. Haven't seen her in a while. I don't know if I'm really looking forward to that. I kind of sense inconvinient questions...