My little buddy of 7yrs passed away near the beginning of this year. I kept wanting it be something minor, something simple. I regressed to a kid that wanted the vet to wave some magic wand to "make doggy better" so he could come home with me. Instead, the truth reared its ugly head. In the end, I lost a good companion. It still hurts, but I'm moving forward with the help of another, senior rescue dog.
There were a few points, here and there, where I got to write, but a lot of time was spent on schoolwork. The summer section hasn't even started and I'm nervous. Things are also on the ropes since my graphics card died. I had to downgrade from a 7970 to a 5870. Still, it was free since the 5870 was an old card a good friend fixed up and helped install into my machine. I'd like to get a new computer, but that's not happening. Though I can afford a new one, money has to go elsewhere right now while also sitting in places/staying put.
I'd like to get some more writing done. Thing that feels unsettling are those ideas that once pulsated in my feeling like they're just escaping. It's almost like my muse has gone silent, and I wish she'd come talk to me again. Her ideas were beautiful and genuine, to me at least.
I'm starting to stream when I get a chance. Picarto is a nice, decent platform that feels a little nicer compared to other areas. Though I just stream literature, I'll force myself to start doing some art.