Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Class Post

It's exactly 8:08 am, it's cold as hell outside, there are no eggs to make an omelet bagel, and I'm about to pass out on this cintique.

Oh yes, and like a drunkard who can't remember what catastrophic events occurred the night before, I'm looking back at the drawings I posted last night/this morning and my soul dies a little inside.


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