I’m hoping that this journal is the last of my bad/ hectic news for a while, after everything that’s happened I’m really ready for some good news and for things to start looking up.
First off, let me express my profound thanks to all of you. I mean it, Thank you all for being such great supporters, it really means a lot to me especially at times like these. I’m sorry I haven’t been to responsive over the last few weeks.

On top of my glasses breaking, I have been dealing with the last days of a very close family friend whom I lost today. While I’m greatly saddened by his death I am also relieved and happy. Surrounded by friends and family he passed peacefully, and I am glad that I can finally rest easily knowing that he’s no longer in pain and haunted by strange hallucinations.

There is a bit of good news from my side. After months of searching I finally managed to land a job, I’ll admit, I’d rather be painting or doing something productive art wise, but it’s a job and I desperately need it. There is a rather amusing story about the end of my interview if you care to read it. To those that have commissions, I’m sorry for the delays, it’s just been a mess the last few weeks, but I promise I’ll have ‘em finished this weekend and sent out Monday afternoon.


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Heres an amusing little story of my day of personal hell.
The day of my interview I discovered that I would need a second form of identification, it sounded easy enough, and as I was driving home I remembered that I had a passport I could show. Silently applauding myself I came home only to discover that my passport was expired by… five or six years. Cursing my luck I went on a rampage looking for any other documents , after several hours of searching I realized that I had absolutely nothing.

So… after going into a shit storming rage of epic proportions it was finally decided that I would have to fly back to Oregon to get the proper documents that I would need. As much as I wanted to shove my foot up someone’s rear I realized I had no choice. I made my reservations, blew all my cash and managed to fly from, Boise, to Salt Lake, to Seattle, and then Portland.

Needless to say it was a long day, not only was I continually shoved into the middle seat, but I also was surrounded by screaming and poopie babes, and it only made it worse when I finally reached my destination and realized I was $10 short of what I needed to pay for my documents. The only thing I could do was sit and stare slack jawed and crying as the teller told me my whole trip had been in vain. As I was turning around and getting ready to go back to the airport a kindly old woman stopped me and asked what was wrong. I grumbled out my story begrudgingly and she simply nodded and listened to me. When I finished she reached in her purse gave me a twenty and told me to get my documents and to have a better day. At that point my brain went into a complete and total shutdown. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, I was stunned. I retreated my documents, after thanking her profusely. She simply smiled, told me to have a good day and walked off.

After my amazing save from an almost pointless trip, I almost missed my plane due to a large group blocking the elevator exit. I somehow managed to drive myself home that night. Tho I wasn’t too thrilled about my adventure. At some point I remember getting home, and making myself some pancakes. What I did not remember was falling asleep while eating them and waking up the next morning with a plate attached to the side of my head.