So I quit working on my lettering because I was quite suddenly inspired to draw, and inspiration has been hard to come by, lately.
But then I started drawing, and the drawing reminded me of a thing.
And then the thing reminded me of another thing.
And the more I thought about these things, the more frustrated I got.
So now I feel like I’d rather cry than draw. And I wonder why I ever thought it was a good idea to draw that character in the first place.
But god I hate crying about shitty things that are about ME and my OWN life, and I can’t stand the thought of working anymore today, so now I’m off on an epic journey to find fictional things to cry over so I can have a good cry instead of a bad cry.