~Essence-of-Equus

So, my wrists have picked up a bad habit of deciding to suddenly causing me excruciating pain. Which means, if I'm in the middle of sketching, I've gotta stop for the night.

I work in Deli, at one of the local supermarkets. Seafood, on thursdays. Which means I handle /alot/ of cold stuff.
My fingers freeze fairly easily, to the point where I can't use them. Sticking my hands in ice, standing in the middle of a gigantic freezer pulling boxes off shelves too high for a midgit like myself, etc... Not good. I have to run my hands under hot water to get them moving again(Despite being told NOT to. What else can I do, when they're rushing me to get things done within an impossible time-limit?). Not only are my fingers stuffed, but it's affecting my wrists too.

I'm practically shitting myself here. How the hell do I play piano without fingers? And there's no way on Earth I'll learn to paint with my feet. I lack the co-ordination!

As I type, my arm is packing up. -Stabstabstab-

Anyone who knows me personally will be fully aware that it takes me AGES to finish a sketch/painting. And I get distracted extremely easily. So I'll have two to five projects going on all at once, on top of all the songs I'm trying to learn, AND stories I'm writing.

How the shit it happens, I'll never know. I have no life. Aside from volunteering at Riding for the Disabled, and work, I don't get out. I have three days a week all to myself, and for some reason it takes me weeks to finish one crappy little picture.

I'unno.

Uhm. On the bright side, Ghost Opera: The Second Coming finally arrived. Which means musical inspiration! I'm ordering Epica and The Black Halo this afternoon, so between that and my reading Goethe's Faust, you can probably expect me to sketch up some scenes. Chalks, I think. That'll be fun. Haven't used them for a while now.

I think I'll go and do the dishes now.