L.A. was cool. The art show at the Red Eyed Fly was rad, too. I will share pix as soon as I get some sleep. I took tomorrow off to get my shit together. I feel like I'm running on fumes. And junk food. Not good, although Niecy shared some excellent cookies and donuts with me tonight. Mmmm... Thank you, ma chérie.
I've also been working the election the past two weeks (for those of you who don't know me that well yet, I work at the local Elections Division part time on top of my boring full time job). It's over. I just got home. I hear Obama won. I'm glad. I may not know that much about this sorta thing (I don't consider myself overly political), but I myself have to put basic human rights over and above economy. That's all I'm going to say about that.
Last week was also probably the most manic-depressive week in my whole life. While I was still in California, I found out one of my oldest friends died suddenly and tragically. Then my brother's first child was born on Halloween (HI, RUSTY!!!). Between flying home and going back to work (at both jobs) immediately and putting together a last minute memorial and geeking out over baby pictures, I was a laughing, crying, not-sleeping, neurotic mess. Life is fucking crazy that way sometimes. Just gotta roll with it.
Now I feel like I can breathe a little. I just want to do NOTHING for a while. Except draw. I miss drawing. The only time I've had for my personal art has been during lulls in my shifts. I have some ideas. I'll leave you with a sketch I did earlier tonight while chasing away the boredom before the election really got exciting.
I'll catch up with you soon, world. I just need a day to sleep first. I just wanted to let you know I haven't forgotten you, nor will I ever.