  Power less… …In WORK. As an artist (here he goes again! ) I feel powerless without a scanner and printer. I do not care if it was a black and white printer, so long as I can print text and reference material.
I wish my scanner was working, I accidentally shoved it when I was getting something in the dark and well… it fell. Nothing bad visibly, the glass pane (which I assumed to be the most fragile part) was intact but it stopped working. I wish I could scan… I cant go to mom to scan cause I’m awake when the office is closed. …in Soccer My shoes broke again. I guess I forgot to mention that tiny detail. It broke 2 games after I just got it fixed. I have to admit that soccer is a pretty rough sport. I just wish my shoes lasted longer. When they fixed my shoes I can’t say good as new, cause new meant it would keep working for another 6 months of abuse. I wish I really made a lot of money. …Why was I bitching about these two things. Its because, I can’t draw, thus can’t make money, thus can’t buy shoes, thus can’t work out to keep the cycle going. Oh well. I am forced to swallow my pride and secretly ask dad for money. I can ask him for starting capital for drawing supplies when I’m in the states.
It will take me a couple of weeks to begin work ever since my scanner broke, working was pretty hard for me. I hate going so far to scan, it ruins the momentum. Wala lang… I guess. I just wish I was drawing right now instead of being depressed… I cant buy a scanner cause I’m leaving, and I can’t work cause I can’t buy a scanner. 
