Oxford Commas and Fuzzy Socks

I had some spaghetti-o's (and they were off-brand, so probably really spaghetti rings) for dinner. With mandarin orange slices. It was a delicious meal.

Stumbled across some semi-old sketches in my journal for seminar in literature and writing, so I'm posting that here. There's something about trying to keep yourself awake in class that takes your mind funny places.



And then there's the self portrait. I was feeling uninspired.


I'm about to fall asleep where I stand, so I'm going to go crawl into bed, perhaps making a half-hearted pass at the painting I'm working on as I walk by, perhaps not.