What's up my good people.
First off, had to butcher that quote to fit it. None to happy with that but I really wanted to quote my boy Woody Allen.
Anyways, it's 1 in the morning and I wanted to finish this Dark Knight thing I am doing for a print and at a crucial moment in between inking and penciling it I run out of fucking lead in my mechanical pencil. Oh no, what a personal disaster. I could switch totally to a different kind of pencil but I dunno, I really don't feel like that. So I'll probably stay up till three past a Dawson's Creek rerun on TV and keep inking on thin ice.
f you are still reading you probably wonder two if not three things. One being why haven't I stopped reading this? Why is Ramon telling me this? And of course, which episode of the Creek is on TV in about 40 minutes? To answer the most important first, its the one where Pacey has Joey secretary for him in the last season to disastrous/hilarious results. I'm telling you this because I am venting my frustration with the obscenities that I have peppered through this blog. You are reading this because... well I dunno, either you are really boring or I am REALLY engaging. Possibly a lethal cocktail of both ingredients?
This picture is hinging on being good and awful, it could still go either way. I'm not sure what will determine whether or not it sucks but I'm going to add more nervous energy and India ink and pray to a nonexistent god for the best.
Oh shit, on a totally unrelated note, I watched License to Drive today/yesterday and it was pretty spectacular. I understand why the Coreys were so hot in the 80s now.
Listening to: Songs From the Black Hole
Reading: The New Adventures of Retroactive Man Volume 7
Watching: Myself make up fake book titles
Playing: nothing. Games are for fools. Mwhahahahahhahahahha
Eating: not a damn thing
Drinking: Water. Cloudy water.