My roommate and I often go to the coffee shop up the street and draw over coffee: one day she swore to god there was an internet meme I’ve never heard of encouraging you to draw yourself at 80. I actually did the second one, first, which everyone insists is actually dressed a lot more slutty than I even dress now. (I would never wear a skirt that hemmed about the knee!)  But then I remembered that I’ll most likely be crazy and homeless and unable to afford luxuries like canes at 80, and that’s how I got that sweet  paper bag as a hat.

various ink drawings stuck together for your convenience

feeling:  anxious

I managed to import a mirror of the blog, but it lost the image contents of the posts, and lost the comicpress part completely. I’ve reuploaded that past page or so worth of images. I am not sure if it is worth it to upload the entire history or just make a gallery of the decent images. Most of my completed illustrations are at my portfolio site anyway, all that’s lost here is an awful lot of doodely trash.

Speaking of doodly trash: today is a day for moleskine drawings!

Sometimes I worry that God will smite me for all the mean jokes I am always making about Him. Then I remember that He doesn’t exist, and I feel much better! Until I remember about the Thing I Found Behind the Sofa And What It Might Mean. I think it might have been somebodies lunch, once.
Family problems.

feeling:  anxious