Today my brain has produced nothing but goo. I tried drawing something just for me, but couldn't come up with anything but scribbles. Ever since Bluey's been gone, my artistic flow seems to have gone down the toilet. When she was still here, we would always draw together, and she actually pushed me to get stuff done. Now a days, the only way I've actually been able to get anything done is when Raptor's been over. We seem to mooch off of each other’s Artistic Karma, so he says.
Today's just been a Blah day, and I have no energy for some reason. For the first time in two months, I'm going to bed early for a change; before midnight, and not like my usual 6am.