The week has been kind of weird. What I thought was a cold turned out to be some kind of sinus problem, which at least has a lower recovery time than a full-blown cold. I usually read on my trolley commute to work, but this week I did a daily comic instead. There appears to be a correlation to the amount of makeup I put on and my mood for the day. Friday was a pretty good day. There were a few minor bumps, but I came home and had that aforementioned can of Pinot Grigio and did a "drawing": It was a little difficult to wind down. I had a hard time falling asleep. I woke up around 7 am with that feeling that I hadn't slept at all, like I had just laid there and blinked and suddenly sunlight was there to interrupt me. (I also forgot to mention that before I made this "drawing", I pretty much cleaned the entire house.) My only appointment of the day was a phone call with Dr. Cath, my advisor from undergrad. I told her that I was okay and she said that I was unconvincing. I think that "okay" is, however, a pretty decent estimation of how I'm doing at the moment. Not great, not terrible, just okay. Writing "I hope your kid spits gum in your hair" inspired another composition in the yellow legal pad: I think I might do a shortened version for the zine. With bigger, blacker thorns. Hexes are a good time. Your brain can always come up with a really good way to curse someone. I think one time I wished for someone's baby to wake them up every night for a year so they'd never get a full night's sleep. I hope it happens to them, too. They deserve it. Funny skeletons courtesy of Ed Emberley's Big Orange Drawing Book: I can't wait to draw a massive haunted house. Also, how genius is the witch driving a ROCKET?
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