My last journal was January 2nd of last year, yet after re-reading it I dont see any great changes in my life, even though I know there must have been, moved into a place with my brother and another friend, ran a 10k, got a promotion at work, kill a man in Rio just to watch him die...wait, no, that was someone else.
But here i am in the same chair, at the same computer I wrote my last journal... I need a vacation.
Artsy-fartsy-wise I have drawn a few things I am proud of and even sold a design to a website for a t-shirt, this only happened last week so i still dont have all the details but I will keep you, the 3 people who read this, inform