I told my supervisor that my car broke down and I wouldn't be able to make it in to work today. I just couldn't handle it today-- the noise, the *****y people, the massive pileup of work. I've come in to work there with migraines before, and today I just couldn't face it. I'm just in a really bad rut right now-- money is very tight, I've been having migraines, I'm lonely, I feel like I'll never become a successful illustrator. I posted one of my pieces today, which I feel is a minor victory. For some reason, I absolutely suck at self-promotion. Part of me wishes someone would just do that part for me so I could draw. I feel like I need to break out of the way I've been living, like I need a change. I don't know if the reason I haven't yet is because I don't want to, don't know what to change it to, if I'm scared, or all three. I just wish I could be someone else, living somewhere else, doing something else.