It's just like always when I'm at my Dad's. The whole day I do what I can for him and Henny. Sometimes I argue with one or two of them. But generally we have fun.
And in the evening, when they went to bed and it's just me and the computer, I can come back to my real life, far away in the internet.
No surprise that my creativity nearly died here, and my feeling of worth as well.
I have to see this as a vacation from a life in cologne which is, even if by choice, sort of harder work than this here in Kiel.
I have to think about rpg, like I did a few years ago, too, only now I know that I'll be able to play with a group of people at home again.
In that I succeded tonight. My spirits are lifted again. The uniforms and daggers of varshant are designed. Now how to get them online while the scanner isn't installable on this computer and the other computer doesn't have a hard drive and my hard drive is now slave to dad's master drive...
I think I'll just work in photoshop on the old picture of Cyran/Dyan.
Btw: How fucked up is being able to download a spiffy looking photoshop 8 with the crack, and then NOT being able to use the crack properly? Still working on that.
Anyone still guessing about my state of mind: Look at my current music. Happy go lucky music about being hanged. I *think* it's a form of country... *falls silent*

P.S.: I MISS my cat.