a co-worker cleansed krystal and i with white sage. it was dark and she couldn't read the correct spell (yes, i said spell), so she made up a little chant that rhymed "bad luck" with "fuck"... i was worried that would make things worse. its been about seven weeks of unwanted stress and hemorrhaging bank accounts. in retrospect, i feel like its all taken a larger toll on me personally than i thought. i don't think i've drawn a single thing since it all started. not that i've been so distraught that i couldn't draw. i just haven't felt like it. which sucks. i'm hoping to force myself back into it this weekend. but seriously...
broken doggy: no longer broken.
bothersome father-in-law: no longer in the country.
things are turning up. let's all keep our fingers crossed.