AnointedInBlood

There is no rage more pure  Than that which comes From striking your own thumb  With a hammer The very idea of value  Ceases to exist Everything that is  All that ever was Must be destroyed. Then after an ice pack and a good beer, it's just another humorous anecdote to pass along to friends.  I'll be glad to be done with home improvements and get some artwork done.  I've got a ton of shit started and nothing completed.  Some of it actually has people waiting for it.  No deadlines were given nor any kind of pay, so they can wait until I finish tiling my bathroom floor...  :P

There always is. Actually, I don't feel pressed for time so much, but I've obviously had little time for drawing.  I think I'm going through a mid-thirties coast along for a couple of years kind of thing.  Hell, I don't know.  I'm enjoying life and time with friends and family, but this lingering regret over not drawing much is starting to become the elephant in the room of my happiness.  Guess I better do something about it before he shits on the rug.

Winter is being a serious douchebag this year.  It's almost March and we've got a typical December's worth of new snow on the ground.  It takes forever to get anywhere and you're taking your life into your hands when you do because people still have not learned how to drive on the shit, or maybe many people are starting to deny that it's even there.  Either way, the stupidity has become dangerous. I haven't drawn anything new in a month, because I don't feel like doing anything because it so shitty outside day in and day out.  I go to work.  I come home.  Maybe watch a movie or something similarly mindless to kill a few hours and get that mu