Alright, I asked a friend of mine to harrass me this evening non stop. I will make SOMETHING. Even if it's absolute dumpster fire I will make it, and post it.

"Anything worth doing, is worth doing poorly."

Alright seriously. I just need to paint something. Anything. Even if it's tooootal crap. I don't know what this block is, or why it has such a hard grip on me. No matter how much I try to psyche myself up to make something my body is all "lol nope."

Maybe I should try something abstract, that doesn't require so much attention to detail. I need to snap out of whatever this is.

I haven't been around lately, or doing much work for that matter. I've been dealing with some form of hypersomnia and I've been asleep about 16-20 hours a day. So have some ghostly sleepy fingers over a sleeping half dead face, lol.

#CreativeToots #MastoArt #sleep

I replied to a comment on Instagram, and I used a *gasp* naughty word for emphasis. It took my reply and auto sent it as a DM and wouldn't let I show on a reply on my own image.

Meta's censorship can eat a du*k.

I'm parked in my car outside of my physio appointment, and there was this beautiful swirling rise of white petals. I watched for a bit, just enjoying the scene, one landed on my windshield.

I was watching styrofoam in the wind xD

Also, don't litter.