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I think I'm freaking out a little from isolation. Feel itchy and grumpy and anxious. Woe. Must go back to uni. Must not think about going back to uni, as have started research for my thesis yet. Must get friends fired from jobs.

I bought a drawing tablet a few months ago with big plans of like, writing comics or a kids book or a zine or something, but have barely used it. Everything I draw ends up looking sallow and junkie-like like Tim Rogers. I also have not worked on the novel I started. I'm hoping that writing this all down will clearly show me how pathetic my lack of production is and motivate me to action. Probably not, though.

Am obsessed with the Prince of Tennis musicals. I am not sure if this obsession would be more or less intense were I able to understand Japanese; I suspect less. This is also contributing to my increasing madness. Life would be easier if the guy that plays Tezuka weren't so hot.

Must fix self.