Long time no type.

I hardly contribute to the DeviantArt community so I guess I don't feel I should contribute in other ways, such as keeping the journal updated. However I decided to add an entry.

Been drowning in work recently and haven't had time to write anything of value. The one or two good pieces (even by my standards and I seem to despise all that I write) have led nowhere. One was a major part of a book I am writing based on a character I created. It was meant to be a large chunk of the book and I lost it. Was in Greece at the time, writing it in the 6 hour break from work. (I was working on an Archaeological project there). Anyway, my laptop died on me and when I took the hard disk out to get the contents copied, the people at the computer store said it was dead or unreadable. Brilliant, no?

The other decent piece has been drawn to a halt. I'm too busy with university to spend more time on it, and its supposed to be part of another novel I'm working on. An existentialist novel. I had been reading Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being when I saw a pair of panties on the sidewalk. This was close to where I live (a dodgy neighbourhood to begin with) at midnight. I rarely get a character that reveals itself in its entirety to me when I first imagine it, so you can imagine my glee when I found this gentlemen in my mind.

But now I am busy writing essays that don't count to my final mark on things that don't particularly interest me and preparing to give three seminars in three consecutive weeks. I would complain more about the rest of my work but there's no point, really.

Usually all of that wouldn't bother me, but add to that my constant fluctuation in emotions (being bipolar is like being on a rollercoaster for your emotions; its cliché but then you have long moments between rides of extreme apathy bordering neglect of self), insomnia and discomfort in public places but seem to have to rely on them to work ("home" isn't as comfortable as it should be).

Too much confusion, really. Lithium by Evanescence; hate to say it, but the lyrics describe certain things a little too well. Must stop complaining now; I'm sure there are people whose misfortune outweighs mine, but I guess its still "healthy" to vent. My apologies to anyone who reads this.

Tchuss