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So.

I have a new muse. Yes.

He's a pain in the ass. Waits until I'm climbing into bed or something and then throws a shitload of ideas my way.

Now I won't say that this is wholly bad; after all, I need ideas, and they're very good ideas too.
But really, there's a time for inspiration and a time where it's just more like, 'Shut the fuck up you asshole, I'm trying to sleep.'

So after watching Never Mind the Buzzcocks, QI and Fawlty Towers (Farty Towels, according to the sign outside...) I'm exhausted but staying up to finish the art I'm working on.

He says his name is X. Which makes sense because the project I'm working on right now is called XI. I wondered where the name came from- must just have been a hint of what is to come.

In other news I still have this fucking cold. Two weeks now. I've got a horrible cough and it's even so bad that I've taken meds twice today.
Usually I try to avoid any kind of medicine but I would do Hell close to anything to stop the constant choking. I've coughed so hard I've pulled fucking muscles in my neck, I've lost my voice temporarily at times, and it fucking HURTS.

All I can do is hope it goes away. Cause it's hard to eat, sleep or concentrate when you feel this much like shit.




...Yeah bad day xD

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