So, coming home from my parent's house yesterday morning (finally got it cleaned back up), I started feeling queezy. Held myself back from puking all over my roommate's car, and finally popped on the front lawn; only to notice this vaguely wonderful metally taste and red streaks as the liquid projected forth from my mouth.
That's right kids, blood. My med-school friend Kristen says it's probably stress induced. So does everyone else.
Really kicking up the work on my submission piece for Camelot: WARHENGE. There's one thing more right now I'd love than to be getting a job with them, and that (and I never thought I'd say this) would be to be in Iowa. I've not slept much since work in the Pixel Mines began, between being the Lead Developer and only programmer on the project; hell, I'm even the concept sketcher right now...
Jordan's over. The kid kind of terrifies me right now. He was depressed as hell, but I could deal with that. I watched it happen, I saw the root, I was even helping fix it. Then one day he was fine. None of us saw what happened or anything, and my scientific mind is screaming that something is up. Only time can tell at this point.
Plans for the week: Visit Cardigan at the celtic festival thing in Fair Oaks. Get a job. Try to keep Kass from having any more mental breakdowns. Bake something edible.
~Mr. Mobius