Productivity hurts my ears

These images are laughably old. From, like, a week ago. No, more than that. I was trying to place it in "number of pages back", but I lost count somewhere around 60. I think it's closer to 80. There is an explanation for why I'm posting these pages when I've done 80 more since then, but it is not comprehensible for the minds of mere mortals (read: my logic isn't logical when I write it out loud).




To get done the bulk of work I want to get done, I must sit in one place for multiple hours each day.
To sit in one place for multiple hours, even if they're not all right next to each other, I must maintain my focus.
To maintain my focus, I must distract my brain.
To distract my brain for multiple hours each day and still retain my ability to use my eyes and hands, I must listen to the timely playback of audio recordings.
To hear the timely playback of audio recordings, I must wear headphones (no speakers on the PC, and the mac's don't get loud enough. Also, not as many audio recordings on my mac).
Headphones hurt my ears, as they are made of hard, unyielding plastic.

Vicious, vicious cycle.

Although when i say "productive", and mean "I'm grouchy if I don't do at least 6 pages in my sketchbook every day", then realize that I've drawn 80 pages worth of doodles ever, much less in the last two weeks, I start wondering if among all this sketch-like talking I actually have something to say. I wonder if all this practice is truly resulting in progress.

I'm under house arrest until we get the registration on our car figured out.

Hobbies I would like to pick up are going to jazz clubs and playing the Theremin.

And I wonder if among all this jabber-like talking I actually have something to say.