...and yet at the same time, not at all. My new job is sweet. The hours are short, but for the first few weeks it will be chaos. I moved into an excellent new apartment. The view of the smokestacks is breathtaking. I spend my free time taking bus trips to 100 Yen shops to furnish the place.
And there's the freelance project, and answering emails when someone lets me use their internet (we're back to that again).
And then there are the hours of reading comics, followed by even more hours of stomach-churning depression over the realization that I might be physically and mentally unable to ever finish anything.
And then it's donut time.
(Oh, and then there's my stalker/b.i.f.f.l.'s art show, Darryl Berger.)