DementedRabbit

I haven't been on here in a long while, mostly because of lack of art updates, I mostly blog. So please excuse that. And for this quick rant. I've been going through a lot of crap lately and this year hasn't been my year...again.  I'm overly stressed, my computer is ded, my apartment is a shithole, my jobs had made my anxiety attacks return and my insomnia is still an old friend of mine. To add more to my already hectic life, my iron and B12 are borderline low and I'm worrying over people with health problems with no way or words to comfort them, and then others that won't acknowledge me anymore. So that sums up pretty much most of it. I mea

Obviously I survived Can-Day.  It was a Hellish shift, and it fell on my usual day off, so I was in good spirits. -__- So that was done and here I was hoping for some time off from stupid shit, but alas no. So I finally returned my cable box. And got back Netflix. So I went in the other day, the girl behind the desk at Rogers was extremely pleasant. :/  As she got into the system to check my account, she asked for my box and accessories. Truth be told, I had forgotten a cord that was needed to complete the set, but there were no need to be rude. "Even if you had the cord, we can't cancel your account because you didn't call back to cance

May madness. Madness connected to Alice...make sense. I started my usual May return of Bronchitis, or I should start almost call it bi-monthly; it's at every second month I swear; even the doctor is a bit baffled of my return to see him about the constant coughing. It's dry and humid and everyone is enjoying the nice weather and I have cold like symptoms. Ah well. On anti-biotics again, luckily it's not Biaxin which made me taste metal for over a week. If it doesn't work this new batch of pills and the trial of Symbicort then I might have to get allergy tests to see if that's what causing my hacking. If it's dust, I'm screwed lol. So of cou