Wonder what happened to that determination. Slept late and did absolutely nothing all day. All I have to show for the entire 11 hours I've been awake is a single half-full bag of trash taken out. Plus a barely-even-begun badly-proportioned sketch that was originally supposed to be Justin, but who knows what the hell it is now.
Nearly no art, nearly no cleaning, and literally no job hunting at all. Indigo asked me not to beat myself up, but I don't think I'm going to manage that.
It's days like this that I think there might really be something wrong with me.
Oh well. Guess all there is for it is to try again tomorrow. Before/after work, anyway. -_-