Oh man.

Of the few who actually read my journals, I submit to you a question: have you ever had one of those times when your mind is almost exploding from the sheer amount of ideas from multiple artistic mediums, paralyzing you with something akin to an information overload? On top of that, life decided to get serious and pound your face into a hole in the ground?

...

Yeah. I'm having one of those times.

Project: Shinigami- frozen
Novel- frozen
Short stories- frozen
Sketches- frozen
Works inspired by others' art- frozen (and probably far overdue for any impact)
Poetry- frozen

It's 3:15 AM.
I'm tired.
'Night, my friends.

-By the way, I haven't figured out how to shut off comments on my journal, so I'll just be hiding all comments on this one. It's nothing personal to anyone, it's just more of a rhetorical journal that needs no replies. I already know that my friends wish me well. If you still want to comment, though, go ahead. I'll still read it.