That moment in the workday when I desperately want to be drawing but I know from history that as soon as I get home, I’m going to be on YouTube

Picked up a graphic novel from my parents’ attic that I have absolutely no memory of. Nothing rings a bell. I know that I am the person who bought it. And I’d bet money that i immediately read it as well. But I’m glaring at it now and nothing is ringing a bell. I’ve just graphic novel shopped in my own home.

I took a pencil and sketched the barest wisps of a human figure and a pair of animals. Then I had to get dressed for work. I don’t know why my brain does not give me this kind of energy and impression when I’ve returned home and have a few hours stretched out in front of me. Obviously the rejuvenation from having woken up plays a part. But even more significantly is clearly the lack of available time itself. We only want to make art at the times when we don’t have the time available.

I was drawing for an hour and change and as a result I feel better than I have in months

I don’t understand why Entenmann’s donut holes cost $3.99 in 2002 and the same thing costs $3.99 in 2026

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