Holy crap! My friend was in town for the weekend and I got absolutely nothing done but eating a lot and catching up. This was drawn yesterday. I had a particularly grumpy day yesterday.
WHEN: In the car, on the way to Fort Collins to have lunch with my brother for his birthday. My wife was telling me about competing theories of nursing practice.
WHAT IT MEANS: I need to feather my hair. Rather, I need to grow enough hair to feather, and then feather my hair.
This is to keep track of drawings, sketches, etc. done by Nate Stone, because he has a habit of losing sketch books.
The original idea was to draw something every day. While a laudable goal, this whole "working" and "paying bills" and "sleeping" and "being depressed and bitter" thing kept getting in the way. I've dropped the pretense in a hope of feeling less guilty and upping the quality.
Any human contact welcome: natestone76 at ye olde gmail dot com.