Man, even though my body is yelling its ass off at me to go to bed, I just can't bring myself to do it- somehow it feels like such a waste of my non-work time. I'm too bagged to really get into my weekend much ( I will, if anyone cares to know) but one thing for certain is that I feel even more emboldened to make the competitive fight team at my gym when the trials are held in August, and I've finally gotten off my ass a bit and cracked open the ol' sketchbook (An Undead-ified Elf took up a lil' bit of my evening) That'll do as an update for now, I'm just sick of looking at the last one
Ask me a question if you feel so inclined, I like answering questions (unless it's science related, I suck at and know jack shit about that stuff)
Ask me a question if you feel so inclined, I like answering questions (unless it's science related, I suck at and know jack shit about that stuff)
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I blame alcomahol.