Why do all the great ideas come late at night? I would love to be sleeping right now, I'm tired. But I'm printing off pictures, and I've been journalling and sketching layouts, because I know my ideas won't be as good in the morning. But oh, my bed seems really tempting.

I haven't been around much lately. Or, rather, I've been around but not posting. I'm stressed out about the job thing. Sorry.

Unwritten

Okay, so maybe this is a little bit cheesy. Or, possibly, a lot cheesy. I was sitting the car, in the rain, and this song came on while I was waiting for it to let up so I could run in, and I had my camera in the backseat, so I grabbed it and took a couple of pictures. It just fits somehow, right now, because my life feels really unwritten for the first time in a long time, I really don't know what's coming up.

The storyboard action for this is from photoblast, the font is sp purkage. 

Thanks

For all your kind thoughts and comments. It really means a lot to me. And you were all right, I found some stuff out about the job today and I'm so glad I didn't get it. So, I'm trying to find something else, so if you could cross your fingers and send up some good thoughts and prayers for me, it would mean a lot. Much love to all of you.

So I was in the running for this job that I really wanted, and I found out this morning that I didn't get it. And I don't know what to do now, because I basically waited the last six months for this job, and it's not like I thought for sure that I'd get it, but I kind of thought I might. And I cried, which is just stupid because at the end of the day, it's nothing. So anyway, that's where I'm at right now.