Its my hatchling day today... i think im 32... stopped counting at 21.. old enough to vote.. drink.. and go to jail.. didnt see a reason to keep track since.

5 years at deviant art.. 9 years caring for an old grany that at the time had 6 months to live...

shes gotten sicker.. so less time dealign with art..
moms gotten sicker as well.. dealing with a failing intenstine.. smokers emphazhema.. no immune system.. and a recent diagnosis of esophageal carcinoma which aparently comes from heartburn.

my geocities page is going down.. after 14 years having a site there they feel that its time to close down their free website service and start charging 5$ a month.. so my character page which went largely unread.. is now fading into the shadows.

oddy enough.. ive been rather happy and at peace the past few weeks.. considering this is usualy my most suicidal and depressing time of the year and most cursed.. every home ive lost has been around october >.<
i havent been depressed once.. and have been taking on each day with a sort of unusual peace and vigor ive not had in decades. though i coudlent possibly explain why.