Some venting on irony. Usually I find it entertaining, but it's just frustrating in this case.

At three months, the meds are working great. Won't have latest numbers for two more weeks - at the next draw - but they've been improving and, more importantly, I feel pretty good. In the past two months I've been able to knock off most, if not all, the overdue projects on the house and wundercar.

What pisses me off is that business (photography and graphic design/adverts) over the same period has really dropped...just as I finally have the fucking energy to do the stuff! Feels like the Universe is doing a total mind fuck on me.

(I like the eyeballs)