It's 7:06 am and I'm still up. I think I've gotten about 30 minutes worth of dozing time. I decided that it would probably be a better idea to actually do a journal entry than to go online like I've been doing. I've been spending entirely too much time online lately.

One thing I did was to catch up on reading the entire story of the Clan of the Cats comic strip. It took about 3 days of two hour spans to get it all read. Thank goodness it only started in June!

I've also been posting questions on the Wings of Madness forum, learning just how to go about getting the right medical help that I'm looking for. I've only posted there a few times but it seems that every time I go there, I'm there for at least an hour answering the responses.

It seems that since I've decided to actually do something about this, a doorway has opened up. My painting has taken off. I'm still working on the huge one I was before but it isn't too far away from, as one artist put it, "stopping in an interesting place." That was in response to someone asking him about how he knew a painting was finished. The answer was that a painting is never finished - they just stop in interesting places.

The woman in the painting has changed. When I first began, she was simply standing in a meadow at night with the moon behind her. She wears a shawl or blanket and seemed to be looking off into the distance; totally and utterly alone. Now she stands more as a warrior during a quiet moment; a mask of 'war' paint on. She still has the blanket wrapped around her but she no longer seems so isolated and alone. She seems to simply be contemplating something during a quiet moment.

I did something earlier...and I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I decided to 'rescue' my books that have been stored in the closet for nearly 3 years. I had to completely unload the closet (it was stuffed nearly as full as it could possibly be) to get to them - naturally they were in the very back. When it was all said and done, there were 11 boxes of books and comics (mostly Sandman and others like that - I found an autographed copy of Sandman #50 that I didn't even know I had. It must have come from that convention I went to in Atlanta. Imagine that - a Neil Gaiman autograph that I was totally unaware of! It's like opening up your underwear drawer one day and finding the Shroud of Turin in there!) I found the complete Mage Winds trilogy that I forgot I had; the copy of The Diary of Anne Frank that I've been searching forever for, my copy of I, Scheherazade (good book - it's the story of a Siamese cat...as told by the cat) and a bunch of others that I've been wondering where they were. I only had one casuality - a mouse had made a pretty good mess out of my paperback copy of Clan of the Cave Bear. It would be the one book that I really wanted to re-read.

Welp, Guess I'll toddle back off to bed and try my luck again. Perhaps this time, I'll actually get to move on to real sleep instead of just dozing.