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A good day
Apr. 16th, 2011 10:58 pmToday was the Paint & Pixel Festival, an art intended to showcase the wealth of talented cartoonists, painters, web comics, and other visual artists out here in Western MA/Vermont, and it was a great success. The show is the brain child of Peggy Twardowski, and she's a force of nature. We had about 45 artists come, a great mix of styles and interests.
( More about the festival )
More generally, I have officially survived another year on earth, and am once again prime. I go back and forth on whether or not I'm really depressed, because maybe I'm just sad, and is it really so uncommon to feel listless, and it's not like I can't get anything done or am incapable of joy.
A week ago, I started taking zoloft, figuring that I might as well try everything to deal with my depression (I still think maybe the problem is that I avoid making decisions, and thus have a life by default, but be that as it may), and right now I feel like it might be helping. Maybe it was that I had a good day, but I feel lighter, more mellow, than I have in a while.
This past week, I have felt run down, even exhausted, but I can't tell for sure yet if that's the drug, or the fact that I haven't been sleeping. Certainly, I'm noticing changes in my libido, which is a common effect of Z, and it's supposed to take a while to start helping. So, I don't know if I'm feeling better because I have gotten some rest, or because it's helping. But I hope it's helping.
I stayed up late in part because I was watching the final season of Avatar The Last Airbender with usakeh. She's been feeling low, and the show was improving her mood... and watching with her was improving mine. My god, it's just such a great piece of art. I eagerly await the Legend Of Korra next year. I also stayed up reading a book George gave me for my birthday, the Name Of The Wind. It was fun, and very-well written, but I also feel a certain distance from it, because the protagonist/narrator (Kvothe) is such a massive Barry Stu it feels deliberately manipulative. He's super smart, magically gifted, has traveled all over, has a tragic past, a secret mission, an epic destiny, he's an awesome musician that all the chicks dig, he blends in everywhere, he survived on the streets for three years before becoming the youngest guy ever admitted to the University (and they gave him a scholarship!)....
Yeah, OK.
Still, enjoyable enough to finish.
... and that's my timer chiming, so I'll post about other stuff another time.
( More about the festival )
More generally, I have officially survived another year on earth, and am once again prime. I go back and forth on whether or not I'm really depressed, because maybe I'm just sad, and is it really so uncommon to feel listless, and it's not like I can't get anything done or am incapable of joy.
A week ago, I started taking zoloft, figuring that I might as well try everything to deal with my depression (I still think maybe the problem is that I avoid making decisions, and thus have a life by default, but be that as it may), and right now I feel like it might be helping. Maybe it was that I had a good day, but I feel lighter, more mellow, than I have in a while.
This past week, I have felt run down, even exhausted, but I can't tell for sure yet if that's the drug, or the fact that I haven't been sleeping. Certainly, I'm noticing changes in my libido, which is a common effect of Z, and it's supposed to take a while to start helping. So, I don't know if I'm feeling better because I have gotten some rest, or because it's helping. But I hope it's helping.
I stayed up late in part because I was watching the final season of Avatar The Last Airbender with usakeh. She's been feeling low, and the show was improving her mood... and watching with her was improving mine. My god, it's just such a great piece of art. I eagerly await the Legend Of Korra next year. I also stayed up reading a book George gave me for my birthday, the Name Of The Wind. It was fun, and very-well written, but I also feel a certain distance from it, because the protagonist/narrator (Kvothe) is such a massive Barry Stu it feels deliberately manipulative. He's super smart, magically gifted, has traveled all over, has a tragic past, a secret mission, an epic destiny, he's an awesome musician that all the chicks dig, he blends in everywhere, he survived on the streets for three years before becoming the youngest guy ever admitted to the University (and they gave him a scholarship!)....
Yeah, OK.
Still, enjoyable enough to finish.
... and that's my timer chiming, so I'll post about other stuff another time.
