It’s an actually slow day? Which stacks with burnout and missed sleep thanks to anxiety attack last night. I feel awful, and I sure don’t feel motivated to work on TTB stuff like my boss is eager for me to do. And of course the self hate has decided that now’s a fantastic time to inform me that I’m a shitty artist, also ugly and just terrible in all sorts of ways. Shut up, self hate. Nobody’s making you go out with me or w/e and I’d happily see you fuck off.