so now apparently i’m addicted to design ideas. that’s my drug.
without a definite vision, i mope. get frustrated at staring into a blank photoshop doc. subsequently get annoyed by everything else around me. can’t settle down to even read, watch tv, or play a damn video game.
but when the clouds part and the sun shines and (bam!) there’s a definite image in my brain, i feel like it’s all okay.
after i finish diddling with the image and call it done, the whole emo cycle starts all over again.
is that bizarre or what. or maybe just sad. i’m now dependent on the imagination’s roller coaster.