Warning in advance: if my writing or mental state seems sporadic, try to pretend it's normal. I'm not *quite* all there these days and I tend to start thinking too quick and deeply after midnight. Anyway... more news on the life front.
My husband's wallet was stolen today. He was on his way to the bank to deposit all the money he had made from the medical study so we could pay off bills and have a little extra money for once! On the way his wallet was stolen. When he recovered it, everything was still inside except for the money: 1,750 euros in total. The thief left 40 cents. I honestly have no words. Those three weeks away were practically for nothing now. We're relying on social to take care of us once again. It should be just enough to afford food, but it massively sucks. I'm not counting on the money being found.
Other stuff has happened, but I can't vent on that. I've just reached that point again where it's all a bit too much. I actually sleep a full night through on a regular basis now (a miracle for me) because I'm THAT exhausted. But I honestly feel like it's the lesser of two evils. I can either take it super easy and let work continue to pile up, or I can go all-out now and then try to get some rest when it's all done, and that's what I'm doing. I'm ashamed of the state of my home, but I should be more ashamed of the state of my health. I need rest, but I won't let myself have it.
Anyway, if all goes according to plan tomorrow I should post two more commissions, then just three left! I was really looking forward to having all my commissions finally done, but honestly after what happened, finances are more important than down-time. Rest can wait, bills cannot. I'll probably take another large batch of commissions before the end of the month to make sure we're ok. I can rest in October. Hopefully.
In some strange twist of irony, my parents' huge divorce hearing is on the very same day I'll be in London at the Zelda Symphony. I really, really hope I can still enjoy it just as much instead of worrying about my family and all the excessive back-stabbing that's ruining lives.
Sorry this journal's such a muse. My mind's clicked on in a weird way and I feel the exceptionally odd need to discuss. Or maybe just get a little attention that I won't want anymore in the morning. Maybe it's just a sign I need to get to sleep. Regardless, I hope life's well for all of you!