I find it irritating that I’m only now discovering how much I enjoy wasting my time painting, drawing and embroidering nonsense, as opposed to when I gave outrageous amounts of money to an educational establishment that allowed me to do just that a decade ago. Alas.
But, better late than never. Plus back then, I didn’t know nearly as many swell folks with rad pets, or with odd past-times as I do now. And I didn’t have an incessant need to escape my own head and its dreadfully dark corners full of ughs, arghs, and sighs. So if drawing my best friend’s mom on a Segway wielding a wiffle bat is the ticket out of ye ol’ rusty thought box, then so be it and so it shall be.