Oiorerues

It's nearly Christmas, and a doctor's visit is the last thing I want to be worried about, but it's a necessary visit. My dad has Alzheimer's and Dementia. As if that weren't enough, the poor man also suffers from a thyroid condition. We've already been to the doctor TWICE trying to sort out his medication dosages, and between you and me, those visits were NOT cheap. You think she might do something useful for what she's charging. Despite the insanity that comes with trying to get Dad to do... well, anything... He's healthier for it, and happier. So maybe Santa will send us a winning lottery ticket. Or a long lost relative who is both wealt

It's really hard to get anything done when half my screen is constantly being taken up by sexy men running back and forth, kicking a ball across a field. But, I've got some stuff coming up. I want to work on the human body, and coloring. Coloring *Shudders* How I hate it.

I'm beginning to forget that I'm supposed to live in the desert. Oh well. At least the sunrise is beautiful. Thank goodness for Ati, Tommie, and Alena or I'd have passed out hours ago. But I finally got Mitsy and her epic mount up. Alena and Balrog the Clown are up next! I'm getting the hang of using my Wacom Bamboo tablet again. Screwing up the outline of the plushy mount and having to do it ALL OVER AGAIN gave me a couple hours of extra practice. I hate outlines. Hate.