I haven’t gone to the gym in a bit over a week. I’ve noticed the signs of depression circling around at the edges of my consciousness. There’s probably a causal relationship between these two facts, but which way runs the river-oh?
My weight seems to be under control — 277 today. Getting sick probably took care of my holiday pounds, but I didn’t spring immediately back up again afterwards like last time I was sick. I ought to at least go on the treadmill, even if I can’t face the thought of three hours of weightlifting, just to make sure I don’t gain everything back.
My sleep schedule’s screwed up again. Not much point trying to fix it with Games Club coming up tomorrow, but I should try over the weekend. I also need to get some art done. I found an acrylic manufacturer (Tri-Art, a Canadian company) that makes a sepia paint, and reasonably priced at that, though I only know one store that carries them. So I bought that, and a replacement for the 1mm black Pigma marker that was starting to go dry. I’m currently in the habit of carrying around three Pigma markers (1mm, 03mm, and 005mm, at least I think the sizes refer to millimeters) and a Pitt brush pigment marker in a small plastic pack in my pocket, to go with the Moleskine sketchpad, in case I want to sketch, say, a girl with an interesting profile on the subway. (This one’s from last week.)
I got the Sept/Oct issue of the Graphic Artists Guild newsletter in the mail. The cover article is about surviving the downturn in the market, with a bit about how the illustration market is shrinking. Uh-oh. On the other hand, the market’s growing for “graphic novels”. Still, I’m gonna need a day job. Soon. And a cheaper apartment.