Day 0400

Six hundred days of being in my twenties left.

Published the start of a manifesto outlining to myself what I believe to be true and how these beliefs should affect my life.

Struggling with my sleep schedule, yearning for a girl to fall madly in love with me, frozen waiting to get some decently paid work.

Sick to death of Ayn Rand but can't compel myself to abandon the book before finishing it. Every character is identical, they all share precisely the same unsophisticated idiolect, and everything is completely binary. There are no children, no functioning families, no jokes and no variation in tone. It is a constant, heavy thudding of monomania. Premises are unchecked, the reader is not for one moment considered. I'm not used to reading badly written books and it is getting me down! Still, the darkness makes the light ever more welcome.

Switched to charcoal to work on the underdrawing.