Work at the shop's been okay so far. Days seem to fly by pretty fast at the shop. The hours are boring, but it ain't so bad with friends popping by to visit, and being around tons of toys is never a bad thing to me. Not to mention it's the only way I can get some money at the moment. Overall, it's fine.
I recently enrolled with a Driving centre, and am to take my first theory lesson next wednesday. Fuck, these lessons are expensive. A fee to enroll, a fee for every lesson...jesus, why don't they charge me per every second that I'm in the damn building. Hell, I don't even really want to drive. "Learn to drive, you'll soon know the freedom it gives you when you drive your own car" says Dad. Sure dad, IF I can ever afford a fucking car in this fucking country. Pfft.
Yet on the other hand I'm still having lots of pent up frustrations and anger and worry. Worried about University as always. Lots of advice and encouragement and...well..I do hope all will go well.
Drawing wise, I've been slowly inking MSG Man 9, but only for the fact that I just want to finish it and get it out of the way. Seriously, I don't know why I still bother. I draw like shit, people who do comics that're 1 page a century get more views than me, I don't see why I should bother anymore. But I do. I'm just a fucking fool I guess.