WRKHRD - 10.06.25

I feel like I want to write, but no words are actually coming to my head. Maybe I don't want to write for the actual contents of the words, but just for the therapeutic nature of seeing the paragraphs expand on the page. I have been extremely creative over the past week. My mood is on a high at the moment but my BPD makes everything so dramatic that I am not just happy and productive - I am feeling so creative that I haven't been sleeping or showering or doing my skincare or talking to my friends. Last night, I stayed up til 2am producing music, I slept for 3-4 hours then I got up and immediately started producing, again. I drank coffee until I trembled and did not shower until I had to be somewhere at 7pm. But I got a lot done over the past few weeks: 70% of the album is basically finished (save some vocal takes and mixing) since I spent literally solid days and nights putting together all the studio sessions and building up written songs from scratch; I have made progress on the garments I am working on (the design is all done and I have began printing the fabric); I have written pages and pages in my IRL journal and I have learned things about myself and my world; I came up with an idea for some stage theatrics involving CRT TVs and I worked out the logistics of how I could carry it out; I installed OpenUTAO and some voice banks and I have been getting to grips with vocal synthesis; and generally I have come up with a lot of new ideas, which I am excited to start working on.

Also, the image to the left is a piece of a video I am working on. I have a lot of video ideas involving this weird styrofoam guy called Styrohead who lives in a computer screen.