My friends, I am now admitting that I have a problem. I didn't want to, but it's become clear that I have a terrible, terrible addiction that I just can't get rid of. I suppose I should go into a program, but it's too hard - I missed it for two days this weekend, and I could feel myself shaking. And I'm out of a steady supply, so I'll have to rely on others to supply me until the Comcast man comes a week from tomorrow and installs my internet. I'm getting my fix in the library, via the wireless network, because all my neighbors are too smart and protect their networks. Horrid, horrid!

On another note, [link] is getting a make-over. It's been in the process for a while, but I put up a new Flash page for the time being, until I decide on how the final version ought to look. I'm debating about whether the whole thing should be in Flash, or just certain sections. I also am planning on seriously starting a real blog, but that'll come about when I have internet in my apartment. [I want to call it Quodlibet, but that name might be too common. Look up what it means.]

I have also been doing a lot more art - writing, sketching, 3D modeling, poetry, et cetera. My novel, Trindúr, is exploding, and my wall is festooned with concept art, sketches, and scribbled ideas. That's right - mural festoonery. I'm playing with the idea of 3D animation as a mode of telling stories for which I've rejected other media, and I'm trying to improve my modeling abilities accordingly. Furthermore, I've collected a number of my short stories (both finished and unfinished) and plan on rewriting and editing them into a more palatable style. All of this will have to take place after my life-consuming Chinese ( 中文 ) class, which is three hours a day, five days a week, ten weeks.

Oh, and I'm working on the Sildrángith ideographic writing system. Things are cool.