Man I am so fuckin' tired right now. I can say that right, right?! Okay, good. On with the show.

So I posted some things, that's good I think. I'm pretty satisfied with them. Of course the one that's kind of watercolor-y has numerous problems but I'll work on fixing those in the next one.

My father has always told me that I should become a master of many things, and while I'm pleased with my progress towards mastery (or at least being better than most and as good as the best) in my two main fields. And by progress I mean that I'm on track to have that sort of mastery by the time I'm 50 or so. Sorry, tired, rambling. I digress, what I mean to say is that drawing has always taken a back seat and it still is by no means my primary goal in life to become the greatest visual artist who ever lived, it's no longer acceptable to be mediocre. To that end, the drawiningsingsings commence. One day, I will be the absolute best in one thing. However, that will only come with joyous practice every remaining day of my life.

Everything is beautiful right now. Even those things that are also terrible to behold.