THIS IS A RANT, AND I WILL SOUND LIKE A WHINNY BITCH. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Oh where shall we start.
Well, I've had...soemthing... making me sick for the last three months, dehydrating me and depriving my body of nutients, casuing me to lose some weight in muscles. Crippling back pain and the feeling of sticthes in my side can be detrimental to one's mentality and wilingness to do any sort of work on my pictures and stories. I have about 50 pages worth of written rough drafts that I dread to type up, but the pile will keep growing if I never get around to it =.=
Then, my external hard drive's power cord frayes and now all of my half-completed chapters, new artwork and finished music are all lost until I can find a new cord to replace the old one. Not to mention I have no new music, movies, podcasts, my personal photos from years gone by and games that kept me up through the night. x3
And, as technology contiues it's crusade to drive me to anger and...