I should be updating this thing far more often than I do. I should use this godforsaken, trend-driven, overly public method of purging thoughts, happenings, and emotions to lighten myself. I do enjoy writing/journaling, I do. It’s just that I’m in front of a computer and, at this moment, I can’t think with my hands per usual. Right now, it’s all in my head so here we go. My grandmother is dying. My mother’s mother. My friends are “just getting by”. Jobs are becoming even more scarce and are projected to worsen over the next 18 months. Life is becoming a darker gray on the charcoal gray-scale of my art-school days. I can find the yellow ribbon and candle in the window to give me hope and get me home, but I worry about every one else.