Sentimental scribbles from earlier this week.
I’m going to have to mull that offer over.
I mean, I’m not getting any younger.
There are just some feelings happening in my sketchbook today.
After my second 60+ hour work week in a row, it feels great to get to draw.
Realized there was no way in hell I was going to have time to get a real haircut in the next couple of weeks.
Took matters into my own hands.
Now tempted to just shave it all off.
I now understand what love is.
It’s a chandeldeer.
May god bless their tormented souls and tortured feet.