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Personal life is still ridiculously busy, so when I clock into work, I’m not feeling rested after commuting. The commute is same as it ever was. I wish I could be more productive in the journey - even drawing in a notebook - but it’s too early in the morning for that, and I end up reading or listening to something. It’s not wasted time but it doesn’t feel satisfactory when I want to decompress on my days off through less focused activities. I hope once I do move to a new home, and am settled, I’ll have some sort of schedule to play and not just rest when not at work.

Last week at work, there was a Halloween faire to raise money, and of course I’ve submitted prints to sell. Only other artists bought the prints, but it’s nice to know they’ll go to folk who want them up on their walls. The department made enough money to spend on worthwhile resources. I only wish there was substantial funding to begin with. I know! In what world would there be adequate funding for creative industries? I can still dream.

Yep. Some spooky skeleton risograph prints I made some time ago.

Ah, in regards to my work, I’m working myself up to posting personal art. It doesn’t matter if it’s seen by many, or only by a few, it just matters that I get over the inhibition of sharing online. And while I’ve gotten nice remarks in-person while hawking pieces at local markets, it would be nice to hook up with other creatives. I guess that’s also wishful thinking - I’ve just lamented how little down-time I have. I haven’t even had time put aside to make any fun graphics for this little diary. (I want to make some. So badly.) That would really help personalise this space.