My thought process so far this morning:
Damnit I got to work on time and nobody else is here
it’s rainy outside
I want to draw SPG today
not fairies
…
no not SPG fairies oh my god brain why.
Damnit I got to work on time and nobody else is here
it’s rainy outside
I want to draw SPG today
not fairies
…
no not SPG fairies oh my god brain why.
NO.
You are NOT allowed to be doing roadworks right outside our apartment today.
What the shit man.
I have PLANS.
Plans that do not include this god forsaken NOISE.

That awkward moment when you realize that you accidentally used up about half of the animation paper your teacher gave you for the project you’re doing for him on an impromptu piece of your own animation and now you’re going to have to somehow ask him for more when really there was way too much in the first place.
Oh yeah why not do a birds-eye view tilted down-shot of Manchester for a background Mod
that’s a real smart idea
how hard could that possibly be?
No really. Help.
I keep trying to draw a response to the wonderfully antagonistic gingerbob post but my hands are shaking.
WHY THO it was getting so exciting and ffffffff.

Goddddamngnmnittt.
I am ill.
Seriously I think we might have to call it at that for now because bloody hell this is just not good. Maybe we can have a draw-off some other time but this is not happening now my hands won’t listen to a word I say.
So I just found out that not only was my family’s cat killed by being hit by a car this week, but my uncle’s KITTEN was killed by being hit by a car this week.
Whelp.