The bitches love me 'cuz they know that I can ROCK!

It's not so much sleep deprivation that brings me here, my usual schedule lately (and unfortunately) actually -has- been "go to sleep at six am and wake up when the sun starts to go down again" for some godawful reason. It's even worse because I actually -work- from 9 am to 6 pm. See how that doesn't work? I sure do. But it does, somehow.

Yes, well, I might not have posted a goddamn thing in a year now, even my every-three-months posts kind of fell through. But... well, I'm attempting to draw again (if anyone wants to poke into my scrapbook, there's a vodka viking ready to kill you for your potatoes so he can make more vodka for his fellows) and am actually amazingly satisfied with my progress.

Guess I just managed to find the right book and motivation and... inspiration about ways to draw my best friends as super-deformed midgets. Anyhoo... I wonder if anyone will read or comment on this. I still get favorites now and then, which kind of surprises me. Not that I don't like my cool ancient stuff.

Ciao.

...and I'm b0x0rz-less because I'm a brief boy, dammit!

They lift, and cradle.