Well, hey there, folks! Here I am with another update of epic proportions. See, would you rather I updated every other day with general ramblings, or stuff it all into one great long journal? Don't answer that; it was a rhetorical question. In any case, I have at least brought with me several deviations, both poetical and photographic. (Consider the ones featuring both to be the beginning of my poetography project!) I have not, however, had time to work on my Harry Potter and Mass Effect fan-fictions.

You see, until recently I have been on a roadtrip with Sarah, all around Britain, visiting as many of the old houses and castles as we could possibly fit into three weeks. We travelled through Devon, Somerset, Wiltshire, Gloucestershire, Worcestershire, the Midlands, Northumberland and all the way up to Scotland. It should be noted that Sarah did all of the driving, as the extent of my own driving skills is to hurtle towards large bodies of water while bellowing; "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" at pedestrians.



Halfway through this roadtrip, we took a break from the rain. Sarah - and for this I can never thank her enough - paid for us both to go to Venice. I can tell you now, the books, pictures and television programmes do not do it justice. The experience of Venice is unlike any other. I have tried to describe it and show it to you in my photos and poetry, but do yourself a massive favour and go there yourself. It is like walking straight into a novel. But I caution you; the place will capture your heart, and then you will belong to it forever. Don't say I didn't warn you.



Of course, all good things must come to an end, and thus did our three weeks of total freedom. Sarah returned to work and I myself found a job in a pub. The pin that popped the balloon was sudden and unwelcome, and I do not react well to this thing that people call; "real life." I suffer badly from anxiety at the best of times - I have OCD and worry about most things, but the exposure to the sheer suckiness of working and not really doing a whole lot else straight after the awesomeness of such a holiday hit me particularly hard somehow.

After waking up shaking every day and feeling sick all day long, to the point of not being able to work and to sleeping in until midday every day just to avoid it, you have to admit defeat and go and see the doctor. Predictably, they prescribed me with diazapam. Great. Ridiculously addictive drugs, because they will really sort me out. >.< I've only been taking one of these daily, but I suppose they must be working to some extent, since I don't feel like a total bundle of nerves. I'd like to think that I am also working through it myself, though. I just really don't like the idea of these drugs. Sarah knows a herbal, non-addictive version which I think I'll try instead if this continues. In the meantime, expect my updates to be sporadic, (as if they aren't normally,) but hopefully I'll be back on form soon! In any case, I figure I'm no more crazy than anyone else on here. And hey, aren't you supposed to be screwed up in some way to be an artist anyway?

Anyway, that is quite enough rambling from me! I hope you enjoy my upcoming pieces of work, and I look forward to seeing all your awesome pieces too!

Onwards into the wilderness! Everyone stay behind me and shout if you see anything suspicious in the undergrowth. <.< >.>

Lonewolf

xxx