Well, it's been three weeks on lion's mane. I'm settled on its positive effects on my sleep cycle. It feels like the cure I needed. The tea seems more directly efficacious than the supplements; I will admit that over the last 3 days there have been some symptoms of (seasonal) depression, but overall it's leavened by my ability to be rational & separate myself from my racing thought BS. So what feel like a precipitous mood swing is kept in check: by me. A win, again.
On the downside I lost track of my work schedule and didn't realize I'd be on deck today, so what I thought would be a 2-day break so I could focus on art is instead me being thrown right back into it. The lion's mane has helped me be more focused & consistent on the prep end, but even so I'm an old man & tire easily; Sunday I didn't have a break, so even though I sailed through the 8 hours with almost no mistakes, by the final stretch I'd fucked up a basic detail & the whole batch had to be re-measured.
No rep for the wiggy, to twist a phrase. Errors like that are why I haven't gotten a raise, I'm certain. And that's reason #1 I slipped into a brief funk. Because I should be making more money. Siegfried at least can make money off his art. I'm not even pulling that off r.n. I should be ahead of the game: of the two of us, I'm the one without crushing student debt!! Gah. Finances. Abhor thinking about this stuff...
Whatevs. I have the Burroughs Folio working, I'm drawing, and I'm even scripting on Promiseland & Kill House, again. Any forward motion is motion, forwarded: the wave of a hand sets the wind roiling.
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