If I could simply cure my anxiety, replace my wrists, have a drip-feed of caffeine, and never sleep again I'd get so much art done
Alas. My bones.
If I could simply cure my anxiety, replace my wrists, have a drip-feed of caffeine, and never sleep again I'd get so much art done
Alas. My bones.
Having to resist the urge to use cat puns because there's a part of my brain (it's me) that thinks it would be a fun part of my character arc after all the deep and rough development. Beach episode for the soul, if you will.