Geez. I’ve gone like months without hurting myself but the past like 2 days I’ve been banging myself up on everything, or at least x-acto blades and my bed. Sorry, I just feel like bitching cause I just smashed the side of my hand in my stupid door, which you have to body check in order to get it shut. I don’t think I’m usually this clumsy.
In other news, someone just contacted me about possibly making flipbooks for their next little film project, which I think is pretty cool and kinda weird. I dunno, I never thought anyone would seek my flipbooking skills. I like this whole “people coming to me and asking me to make things-I-like-to-make-for-fun for them.” It’s cool and makes me feel kind of useful or something. More and more I hope I’d be able to make a living just freelancing. That would be the good life for me. But the closer I get to having to enter the real world and makeing a real living the more I want go to grad school.