The sheets of my bed look like a giantess has used them to remove her mascara. The dye in my shirt seems to be rubbing off, see.
I just spent a lot of time trying to find a sketch I did a long time ago, thinking I might now use it as an illustration for one of my short stories. I tore the room apart (while Lucky slept blissfully on) looking for the sketch only to find that it sucks. Oh well, I'll just draw something new.
Also spent a great deal of time making a desktop scheme to go with the Ingrid Bergman wallpaper I just put up.
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