not falling down

I’m living in a small apartment with some of my best friends, apprenticed in a trade I find fascinating, dating an amazing girl, working with a dream cast on a play that really excites me and playing in one of my favorite bands. It occurs to me that these are probably the best days of my life.

Forgot to mention that yesterday (technically, the day before yesterday) was also my first day of running again, and today (technically, yesterday) was my second. Since it seems to take about two days for the pain of any given new start on fitness to catch up with me, I should be really feeling it tomorrow. Just in time for the GRE!

Mom was very helpful to my new winter-running idea–she got me not only several useful long-sleeved t-shirts and some gloves, but my shiny new Captain SpaceDork running tights! They do a much better job than I expected of keeping my legs warm, so I haven’t pulled anything yet, thankfully. I only wish they made something like that for my lungs.

So yes, you can prepare for another onslaught of stupid running entries, combined with whatever my brain kicks out after trying to absorb enormous amounts of information on Photoshop and Mac OS X. I’ve never done more than play around with either of them before, and they’re both pretty crucial to the internship, so today I learned a lot very quickly about both. I’ve used older Mac OSs before, of course, and my beloved PSP isn’t that different from Photoshop in principle, only in implementation. But, y’know. Still.

Also today, I actually got to help with preliminary inspiration sketches on the next project at DD–a design theme for a medical symposium on bone pain. My actual graphic design work is only that of a questionably talented amateur, obviously, but I’m hoping watching my aunt and uncle at work will give me a crash course. I felt more confident drawing the comic today than I have in a while, at least. I still don’t know why I tried to draw hands on purpose.

Also, I hereby promise not to go the typical cartoonist route and do a recurring series on running (as my analog to golf, or athletic activity of choice). I hope I never get that desperate.