Probably a record for the base word 'sucks' in a post by me...

*breathes*

The prints look beautiful. They'll be done by tonight. I'm not a screwup. I don't slack off too much. I'm not a horrible person. I haven't let everyone down. My housekeeping skills do not suck (maybe). I am not a terrible friend or sister or daughter. EMG is not going to fail because I'll be gone for two weeks. I am not a sucky writer. I am not a sucky artist. I am not a sucky anything. I can take pride in my accomplishments without being conceited. I am not stuck up.

Sometimes, I just need reminded, and waiting for comments and compliments is useless on so many levels, so I gotta remind myself. A single comment on an article I spent days on does not mean it sucks. No comments on articles or art that I spent days and months on do not mean they suck. Even if they did suck, I don't suck. I refuse to be an insecure, comment-grubbing, 'validate me!' whiner. At least, I refuse to admit it.

My mood right now sucks.

Maybe I need chocolate...

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I feel a little silly for my last post. Just a little.

Eating lunch helped, and your wonderful comments helped too.

Spring cleaning helps, too... I got a ton of work done at work, received a piece of collage to make placemats out of for EMG's printing services, and finally, finally, finally finished edits on a story I've had stewing for months. A collab, no less.

Also restocked the printer during lunch, so I should have only 20 prints left to spit out. May or may not happen tonight, but I'm NOT going to sweat it. If it goes out tomorrow morning, it goes out tomorrow morning.

And hey, another portrait got adopted. Yay! (Did I mention it already?)

Must write disc!!!

The art cravings begin...

I will be so *glad* to have this job finished. Nice for EMG and all, but very demanding! Not the customer, he's *great*, just my own stupid sense of perfection and the fact that it is a whole lotta prints with fairly crummy other-life timing. Won't go out tonight... the print job I set up over lunch spat one stupid misprint out and jammed, and some of the prints from the morning job got splotches of ink on them during printing. I wrote him an email groveling. I am a professional groveller. I grovel with the best of them. Of course, I prefer not to have to grovel, but I'm just not that on top of things that I get things right all the time, and 'cause I attempt to do so much, I end up groveling a lot.

Little green lizards... I want to paint. In a baaaad way.

I have some inkwork I can do... maybe I'll do that while the printer smokes... (poor thing hasn't been off in three days, I think)

I still want to go home reasonably early tonight. Maybe I will. 'Cause I can. Maybe I can. Finish more of these prints and I can. *thinks happy thoughts at the printer* It works beautifully when I babysit it, fickle thing.