I am alive! ...a fact that nobody knows. Because I have vanished on so many people. /bricked.
2011 has been off to a bad start for me on many fronts. Being sick all January, the workload, the stress, the self-doubt, the questions without answers... I will spare myself from having to further articulate what has been wrong these past three months. But thankfully I still have art as my therapy. Under the condition that PS doesn't feel like crashing. Because being mad is not exactly therapeutic.
On that point, I think I should reinstall PS. It really is killing me.