Several times a day, I stop and pinch myself... I can't believe this is my life.

I'm cranking out work* all day and all night, the process itself is ridiculously fun and exciting.

*albeit of dubious quality--I've alternated falling asleep believing that I'm a misunderstood genius and that one day everyone will know my greatness and... well, hoping I won't wake up.

That's a redo of the assignment after I mistook a woodcut that was later hand-embellished for an illuminated manuscript...