Morning ritual.
Yes, it's cheap coffee. But it's cheap coffee that wakes me up and makes me poo, and that means it did its job well. Tell me about your much better beans if you'd like.
Anyway, I spent most of the past week blowing up Klingons in Star Trek Online because I was too sick to focus on drawing. Today I'm feeling spry so I'm going to see if I can catch up on my work I skipped.
The night I moved in I decided to make my apartment look like a crime photo. Pretend there are corpse feet sticking out from behind the bed.
Why? Well mostly because my camera was gathering dust and I wanted to shoot something without going outside during the pandemic. Now that nearly all of the restrictions are lifted I have no excuse to stay at home all weekend.
I stay home anyway because three years of no social contact exploded my worst instincts and turned me into an hikikomori. That's the real crime, amirite?
