Yeah heh, that was happy drunk.
Bruvah 40k reference.I'm not sure how or whether to say this, or if it makes any sense. Pretty sure it comes off as offensively artiste and shitty.
It's actually been a pretty decent week. Good talks with friends, new and old. Ex, notably. Been parsing through a lot of my archived stuff, projects and things. Visit with mom last week motivated me to do a lot.
Including a couple spots of hard torpor, by alcohol or particularly simple/entrancing game. Mixed with periods of increasing creativity. And tonight I had a frankly frustrating situation, where I hadn't had a drink in three days, nor wanted one. I know this feeling: It's when I need to do something "constructive", however shitty. A time of motivation, with plenty of recorded inspiration and rest from my time "entranced".
I had about 4 hours of decent progress on an old code project. Then forced down a bit of disgustingly cheap rum for confidence, loaded up OBS with an old game...
Oh, my cousin's getting remarried next Saturday.
I honestly don't know if I'm going or not (much less
early to hang out) but wow, suddenly this shit-tier rum doesn't taste so bad.
On the other hand, maybe this push is good. I've always worked a lot better under pressure (IE, at all).
Edit: (Also Mother's Day is tomorrow, but honestly fuck that. I saw her last week, it's three hours away, and I'll see her at the wedding. I'm not going home for that long, so soon, sorry. Literally can't manage that, I break down.)
Edit2: (It really does taste bad, like rubbing alcohol or expired vinegar or something. That's what I get for sipping good wine in moderation, I suppose, Aristocrat becomes almost unbearable)