I feel like I'm a terrible tortoise parent (only partly true; there are many things I should have done differently from day one. Some I knew about, some I did not), and that I don't deserve to have pets of any kind.

I feel like my family doesn't support me in my passion (and kinda never has. Reading about animals is well and good, but owning them has always been a point of conflict).

Oddly enough, I feel lonely.
Matt is on a business trip, and I'm grieving the death of a beloved friend.
I'm not lonely in the "I want to socialize" way (that would take more energy than I have)... just in the "I want to velcro myself to your shoulder and have you tell me everything is okay while I drench your shirt in snot and tears" way. I want to see a close friend or family member... even just so I have an excuse to stop *feeling* and pretend to be okay.

I was gonna cry myself to sleep, again, but the cats can feel that I'm upset, and are attempting to deal with this in their own ways. Waldo has been scritching and petting me, Boots... has been howling.

Very helpful.

Overdue update

Here's something more rated G. :p

It has been ages since I updated, especially since I have no camera with which to take photos of my napkin doodles.
To my handful of followers: post the pics of any drawings I leave you! :D
It'll be a fun way to see who's collecting my doodles.

In the meantime, here is my cat, being baffled by the hamster.

Gluten ant

Dear idiots of the world:
You can get a "carb coma" from anything with carbohydrates.
That means beans, corn (starch), sugary drinks, booze, rice, potatoes (starch), and, yes, wheat. Wheat is not the only "carb coma" inducing food. Saying you are "going gluten-free" and regret eating wheat when you get into a "carb coma" only highlights your idiocy.

Oh, what happens when *I* eat wheat? I break out in hives, rashes, and shit myself inside-out.
Yes, my rectum becomes a river of agony and death, but please, tell me more about how sleepy you get from that mean old wheat!

If carb comas are your problem, I have your solution; eat less carbohydrates, of all kinds. If you have such poor self control that you have to cut out all delicious baked goods, just so you won't devour 50 croissants, I hate to break it to you; gluten-free foods will not save you. One day we will master the gluten-free pain au chocolat, and then? Then, you're fucked. Because wheat was never YOUR problem.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go kill an elk with my flatulence.

Preview of things to come

Recipe for Horradric Fajitas may or may not be included.

Feliway

Things I could have done better....
Pushed my shadows darker
Shown a few more story panels....

I need to...

Practice drawing myself more.
Draw more, period.

Cartoon butt

Managed to get my feet under the blanket, so I called it a successful re-entry.

Victory in crochet!

I made an okapi! His name is Steve. Steve wears a hat.

Adventures in crochet