So despite my last post, I am in fact in high spirits and have been for a while. Life is good albeit complicated (and I've never known an interesting life to be anything but complicated) and I've been feeling energized by something I cannot quite put into words. Of course, I'm writing this post at about three in the morning on a Sundayevening/Mondaymorning, so take that for what you will. I always get to the point where I have to decide if it's more worthwhile to stay up all night or get the paltry -five hours sleep that is necessary to maintain functionality. I always end up screwing myself over in the long run, but it seems like a good idea at the time, and I'm all for making good decisions now rather than bad ones later, so there I go.

In the course of a week, I suddenly have more money than a humble bum such as myself knows what to do with--or rather the knowledge of a steady income for the next six months or so. I can continue living life in the fast lane (and in this context "the fast lane" entails buying video games and staying up late watching Scrubs alone in my one-bedroom apartment while sketching out comic ideas in the dark).

I like walking. Especially in the cold. Even though the -40C weather is gone (for now) there is still plenty of snow to satisfy this urge and I have set tomorrow aside to walk wherever my feet take me in this city. I enjoy the ambulative meditative state I arrive at as I plod through knee-deep snow with my iPod blasting Talking Heads (David Byrne is winter music) or cLOUDDEAD or Dosh or any number of other Anticon artists I'm in love with. I'm realizing more and more that these treks afford me the opportunity to be alone with my thoughts and ideas, which is surprisingly necessary considering I live alone and sometimes see no other humans for days at a time. When I think about it, I achieve a dream-like state that I used to depend on for similar introspection as a child. I don't dream in the same way I used to, but there's always been something ephemeral and dreamlike about the art I make. Hell, most of the comics I make are inspired by dreams from a three-year span in my youth (ages four to seven).

I bought a sweet graphic novel the other day to get me inspired to sit down and draw at some point. I haven't had a chance to even really look at it yet, but it's Swallow Me Whole by Nate Powell. I also borrowed a few books from my brother which I will hopefully work my way through in the next month or so. I hadn't really considered it, but I suppose I'm making good on my resolutions for the year.