Woke up around 1 p.m., and laid in bed until 4 p.m., drifting in and out of dreams about the whole world being Democrat and at one big Democratic convention.
But wait. Why am I depressed. I have a bunch of cool celebrity friends:
Friends like Ramin Zahed, Steve Blum, Thomas Romain, famed self-publisher Yoshitoshi ABe
Some people might ask you "How can you be so depressed and sad when you got a friend list this cool". Hey, that's how it is.
I got artists block for the 70 millionth time
Well there we go. Diagnosis confirmed. I'm depressed because I don't feel LIKE making an effort to draw, even though my higher self, my conscience WANTS me to draw.
When I fail at getting myself to obey my conscience, my higher moral code to work hard and not be lazy, I get conflicted. I'd bug my famous friends for advice, but pestering and badgering famous friends? That's not cool.
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