goodnight, beautiful moon. i'm afraid your inspiration was wasted.

this weekend was way too much fun. so now i'm resting.

and i've been drawing again. strange how holding the pencil feels almost alien. it's been a while, obviously.
once i get into the zone, my momentum is pretty unstoppable. and then i find out that i lost my one&only pencil sharpener. it's a piece of crap, but it's all i got. so now, i have five pencils, but none of them usable because they desperately need to be sharpened. i'm fustrated as hell, and there's nothing i can do about it.

*please be nice to her. she reminds me of myself, and i know how much it hurts.