TO CATCH UP READ MY PREVIOUS ENTRY FIRST I came up with the idea for my comicbook today, and I'm planning for a series of five. I feel those mutations within me finally taking effect. I've been eating a slightly better diet, I think, in the past couple days, and I think I'm slowly beginning to eat less without realizing it. I've gained a lot of weight back from the past, and I can feel that from the past couple days that I'm finally going to start losing it again, I just hope it works that way. I don't sleep like I used to. Going to sleep at around 12 and still hating it. I find that even when I am sleepy at night, it goes away rather quickly, and I end up staying awake thinking, like I have times in the past. Except now I think that these sleepless nights are a procedure in my art, stronger and more precise than before. I'm also under the impression that I have an unhealthy appreciation and obsession with Art. It has literally become the meaning of life to me, and everything has become an Art of [insert something]. As the staleness of simple life begins to fester in my own head, fresh new sprouts of sludge are popping up everywhere in this mind of mine, and I'm harvesting them. And a formation begins. This formerly unsubsidized THING slowly has veins leech to it from the pure air, much like a tumor, except this one is good, and this creature, whatever it is, mounts to me. And I nourish it...and it nourishes me. I'm taking a step toward something, and every fear I have right now isn't enough to keep me from wanting to move forward with this. I truly believe I've moved a pinky, under this immobilization I feel that I've had for so long. -S. Dolly