The demon Despair attacked again today, though not as fiercely as last week. This time, it appeared as I drove to the animation meeting. It brought up every petty annoyance I’ve had lately, and I fantasized about being so thoroughly screwed that I would tell everyone, “Okay, that’s it. I hereby dissolve Otherspace. I’m going to enjoy my free weekends from now on.”
Of course, the meeting went great, and now wouldn’t shut it down if someone paid me to do it. Funny, isn’t it, how a brief flash of emotion can threaten to unravel plans going back years.