Friday, Feb. 18, 2005 - 3:00 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Pee Tricks and Meeses
Ok Ok, I'm gonna be a bad girl and not get any work done today... just got one and a half pages of comics done.
I DID go to my watercolor class, since I DID get up at 10:20 am due to my early night last night (and I'm going to go to bed now to attempt to keep some semblance of normality mwahahahahaha!!) and my teacher was like "wow, yay, wenchie came back!!" hehe.
Funnily enough she is not there next week (gone to Cuba... us Canadians!), the following week is spring break (no class) and then there are only two more classes. I can't believe that I missed like 50 percent of the post-christmas classes. Dang. Oh well. regrets regrets....
no no no... I never would have gotten the work done i did if I'd gone. And I might not go next week since both ALL the sketches for the first two South Korea books are sposed to be done for the end of the month (eek, that is SOON!) and so is the Leo's Dog book. In fact I may have been premature in deciding that I could take today off to go to the class. oops! wish me luck!
So, I DID go to the watercolor class, I DID get the bloodtests done ... the doctor, like myself, has had it with the fungal foot cream and is sending me to get some oral fungal shit... and it apparently is bad on the ol liver (so no liver pate made from me. sniff sniff) that I have to take for three months. THREE MONTHS of some fungal shit in my body (ok, it is ANTI fungal shit but stillllllll)... and she wanted a baseline blood test. (I WILL go to a different pharmacy to fill this prescription dammit... the stupid turds at the other one...)
I DID go to the RRSP place to pay into it on time... it is this workers fund thingie where I get extra deductible points from the provincial govt on my income tax... I missed out last year cuz the govt put a ceiling on contributions on the 19th of Feb... who knew it would happen... so I made sure to pay in this year. Do I have $3000 to put away? Hell no. But will it take a coupla thou off the taxes owed? Hell ya.
I have to keep reminding myself that if worse comes to worse, one of the reasons I'm in debt is cuz I've squirrelled so much $ away in RRSP's and I could always take it out and I wouldn't be in debt anymore. I always forget that... thinking the only way out of debt would be to sell my house. nope. That is a comforting thought it is.
Remember to pay yourself first they say. yup yup yup.
I DID get today's comics page done that was supposed to be done yesterday.
And now I AM going to bed. kill me.
I do NOT feel like staying up to 8am to draw the wizard kid's mom zapping foodstuffs into the air in their goth kitchen "what do you want?" "I want chicken" "what do you want?" "I want steak"... I guess they don't teach "tofu" and "sushi" hehe. Not even "hot dogs" or "hamburger"... though I guess if you have a wizard mom with a magic wand, may as well go for roast chicken and tbone steak eh! What adorable children.
I have to draw another one too with tvs and sports... once again the wizard kid has conjured up multiple tvs so each kid can watch their favorite sport... basketball, volleyball, badminton, ping-pong, soccer, tennis. Strangely no baseball or whitewater rafting. They could at least have skateboarding. I hate drawing sports. HATE it. sigh.
So, til tomorrow. Gosh I am getting lamer and lamer in my entries. I should try to stir up some good old messy relationship shit so that I can cry and moan and lament and reminisce like the good old days of wenchie's diary.
Now it's all dogwalking and RRSPs.
Anyways, here is how I could dress if I didn't have a dog, a bike or a life.
And here is a sort of funny video. Sort of. Four More Years
And here are some creepy valentines.
And a super fantastic chocolate heart that I was sent to!
Well, that's it for tonight folks!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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