I'm too old to be feeling like this.

Play them shits and read along (It doesn't work if you don't hit play. Stop being unreasonable)

I wake up. I'm feeling anxious. I feel flustered. I can't think. I can't remember what time I work, what client projects i'm working on, who i'm suppose to meet or if I even woke up on time. I stand up while I try and process why my memory is so cloudy. I snap to. I had stood up for about 3 minutes straight. Finally make it into the bathroom. I sit down in my computer chair and face my login screen. 5 minutes go by. I snap out of it. Put in my password. Then I forget what I even got on the computer for. I start to change into my work clothes. I never checked the time. I'm not sure if i'm hungry. 

I don't know what's going on.

Upon further investigation I came to the conclusion that I was stressed out.
For the first time in my life I was truly stressed out. I could barely function let alone try and focus on the task at hand. It's a terrible feeling and I no longer wish to be accompanied. I came home, turned on some jams and just started drawing and a small portion of the big load was lifted. 

After testing my hypothesis, I believe that my production or lack thereof has caused me virtually close all creative outlets. Among other things, drawing helped relieve the pressure from the related issue. My entire world is about to change and fear of losing interest or desire to create is starting to kill me.

I have started lining out a few major projects and pieces but until they're in production, they're g14 classified. (Sorry, I don't make the rules) I will add that I have started writing a short story. It's going to be super butchered but It's helping me vent. BOOYAH.

How i'm feeling after venting: (RIP Nujabes)
 

Eat. Game. Eat.

Hey look. Ma frendz
Not in my chowse.
Mark V
Black dude.