depressed isn't the right word, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.

It is almost 12 o-clock. My wife is calling me to bed. It is another day that I haven't drawn anything at all.

I've made a list today, of things i want to do. And today I've already messed up... Soon i want to do these things:

Sketch- one page per day.
Make a bowl on the wheel- one per day, mon-thurs.
Carve something from foam- once a week.
sculpt something from clay- once a week
paint something- once a month
paste something- once every other month
stencil something-every opposite month


Today I did none of these things. Instead I watched Empire Records (although, a good movie), and stumbled (although I found some good things).

But Fuck! I hate going to bed like this.




For now, Here is Waldo!