Why does it take me so long to do small stuff like this?
I just realized that I’ll be working on the shit I can’t draw list for the rest of my life.
Working on my shit I can’t draw list, but I could not get in the zone this week. Usually cheekboney guys are my respite, but I couldn’t even eek out a decent Hiddleston. I’ve dreamed about both nuclear bombs and femininity this week so I guess I’m a bit stressed.