It's a lovely foggy evening. Or morning. Both. I love the fog. The scent of the air. The feeling of being alone in the outside, such a huge space that's so close to touch. Hugging me even. So alone and not alone. And the whole world see's the lights like I do all the time, furry and blurry. Ha!
Obviously I haven't fixed my sleep schedule.
Having an early morning snack of left over chinese food, and reading trashy romance novels. Time to get a little more serious tomorrow. Get to work.
Draw!
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