Just reminder to you all, that I am still COVID-19 positive. There is still no vaccine in sight.

Secondly my condition hasn't gotten worse, at an alarming rate. But the symptoms are still there to remind me that I am sick.

As of now I haven't touched my art; since I'm not sure if I'll be alive to finish any new works, if the vaccine doesn't arrive in time. Right now I'm going through some old scanned sketches I never bothered to finish. I might as well see what I can finish since I'm still not optimistic about the future right now.

I have some bad news, and... I dunno.

Bad news is, I've been tested positive for COVID-19. The not-so-bad news is, I'm not deathly ill, yet.

For now, my family can forget about putting me through slave labour anymore. If my father just learned to kick my brother-in-law, my eldest sister, and that child of hers (Don't think she has been tested); I would not have been infected by them.

As for my art, I have no plans of yet. Will probably make adoption plans, if I don't live long enough to be cured.

As I sit here trapped in quarantine; I might as well do what I can, to keep my chin up.

Was kinda hoping they'd arrive home sooner, but eventually they're back; except for my parents, who will be taking a slightly longer vacation. As much as I want to say I enjoyed myself; I must admit I didn't.

This kitten, has deprived me of my sleep for that past week, and I'm finally glad that I don't have to have this cat's filthy arse all over my bed sheets again. At this point I don't care what happens to him at this point.

What more I have to say, is my older cat was never this despicable to have in the house, and she seems to feel the same way about this kitten. Whether she finds a way to adapt to him or not, I also couldn't care less anymore.

I can only hope now that he doesn't come back to me during the night, when my sister and her husband, are asleep. I've already had enough problems trying to put up with this cat, after a tiresome experience.

I should be able to focus on my schedule better, now that I don't have to waste it all on kitten, anymore.

And I'm not talking about a buncha cards here. As much as I enjoy being alone in the house, I have three cats, that may ruin my last few days of 2020.

We got our old cat my one sister adopted.

We got a stray that was recently abandoned by our former neighbor.

And a kitten that my eldest sister foolishly adopted for my niece.

Right now, the first cat is easy to handle, except for one thing; I need avoid letting the kitten get into trouble with her. She has not been adapting too well with him lately.

Second cat I need to keep an ear out for when he arrives. Since he'll be clamoring for food every now and then. Two things I need to be weary of; don't let him eat the kitten's food, and don't let him get into a fight with the kitten. Now the latter doesn't sound too bad, since he doesn't go out of his way to hit back when our kitten jumps at him, but I still need to separate them as soon as possible.

Now the kitten. Now, I'm not gonna lie when I say this one's a real trouble maker. At first thought my eldest sister and brother-in-law were being harsh with him, everytime he wanted attention from them, but now I can see something wrong with him. He's too wild, and kinda all over the place. It's too risky to take my eye off of him. Since my eldest sister and her husband are out on vacation, I'm now stuck with cleaning up whatever mess he makes if I'm not careful.

First of all, I got to prevent him from pissing of my other house cat. Secondly, I need to prevent him from eating the adult cats' food, since he's already got a runny tummy from something her shouldn't have eaten. Thirdly, I need to stay close to him when he needs to go outside for some fresh air, since he likes to wander off. And fourthly, he needs to be in the house, before bed. Hostile with other cats is very strong where I live, during the night.

If everything goes well, then I should have no problem being a cat-dad one day.

I still got a few weeks before the stitches are gone. By then I can't pick up anything heavy, so that I don't tear something in the process.

Right now, I've taken the time to pick up my pencil again and sketched some fanart, for a friend. Apparently, I'm cancelling whatever Halloween piece I was planning to draw, since Hernia happened. Right now, I won't be needing my painkillers anymore, since I'm feeling no pain from the recent surgery; and also won't be needing some other meds, since I was nauseous from some of the potent painkillers, that made me constipated too. NOw that that's over, I can relax a little.

In other news; we've adopted a kitten, that my niece persuaded her parents to get one. However, I fear for the little one's life under my niece's care. I haven't even learnt its name yet, nor have I checked on how Mia's adapting to her new friend right now. Now I have to be weary of both cats, who may be a little too much for us to handle if things go downhill, from here.

AND FUCK YOU TOO NEW SOMERSET HOSPITAL. IF THERE WAS A MISTAKE IN T.J. PAPIER'S DECISION, IT WAS THIS.

To think this is how my life will end one day. Sure the surgery went well, but the fucking staff. I hope they fucking burn one day. Assholes didn't even bother to push me out on wheelchair, and would rather let me walk out the hospital hoping to find my father. What's more is that I was stuck waiting hopelessly because the fucking nurses believe I have to stay for another fucking night when the doctor clearly said I was being discharged. Right now, I fear I've contracted something more, than just a fixed groin.

Condolences to one of my favortite uncles; I might be seeing you soon if things make a turn for the worst.

Spring's having a hard time deciding whether it wants to be hot or cold. A month has gone, and I haven't even touched my pencil yet.

Also took the time to get out more, wearing a mask. Mosquitoes are out, and I need to start stocking up on mats. But even now, I feel anxious, leaving the safety of my own home. I can only hope my attempts to go shopping again, hasn't sealed my fate already.

With Winter out of the way; I can start drawing again. However, I'm going to wait week out before picking up my pencil. Since I want the weather to pickup heat soon.

Wish I could say the same for those heading in for Winter themselves after a depressing Summer. Here's hoping all my favorite westerners survive this end of the year.

Also I might take the time to do something for this coming Halloween. Just gotta remember what it was I had plans for.

Less than 30 days to go before things begin to heat up again. I can only hope this last month doesn't hit me with anything that may be considered a symptom of this pandemic, like it did last year.

Still cold and struggling to make any attempts at doing art. The only reason I'm uploading nothing for this long is that my drawing hand (which is my right hand) is sensitive to temperatures, and I can't risk my hand going numb, or even worse from the cold.

BTW, I'm doing ok, yet I can't say the same for some of my ignorant relatives who have been struck by this pandemic. Apparently no casualties in the family yet.

As of now; I'm going to wait out this season, so that it should make it easier for me to sketch again.