Blasted Insomnia

Well, this bites. I suppose you could say it was a good day today, I got some decent work done, had a good meeting that I came out of feeling hopeful, inspired, with a sense of direction. Now though I suddenly find myself awake at 3:00 in the morning, crashing from that high into the same old stinking rotten depression that’s haunted me forever. I’m not even sure what set this off. I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of being a loser, being pathetic, in particular I think about my art or drawings and how terrible they are and what a no-talent hack I truly am. I mean just look at the image I put in the post. It’s atrocious. On top of that, I know I won’t have much spare time anymore for trying to improve myself and my so-called ‘artistic abilities’ now that I’ve reached a point at my work where it’s do or die, and everyone’s counting on me to kick things up a notch. (Bam.)
Oh, it would be so easy to fall back into my old paterns of distractions and time-wasting diversions. Oh wait. That’s exactly what I’m doing right… now.
Come on man, go to bed, go to bed, don’t give in to this temptation… Zzzzz…