Yes, there is a typo in the sketch. I am leaving it there because it helps prove the point: mornings are really tough if you aren’t allowed to have caffeine. For six years, I’ve been caffeine-free, and it’s been hard. Very hard.
Sketch a day
Sketch a Day, Day 473
Who can even begin to understand why she does the things she does.
Sketch a Day, Day 472
Borrowed a couple of stage swords from a fiend of mine who teaches theater. Didn’t get chased by security, thankfully, but you do have to wonder.
Sketch a Day, Day 471
When I was a freshman in high school, lo these many moons ago, I got this green microfiber jacket. I loved that thing. I wore it all throughout high school, college, and graduate school. Though it no longer fits, and is ratty beyond all belief, it hangs still in the closet. I won’t be getting rid of it anytime soon, much to my wife’s chagrin.
Sketch a Day, Day 470
Yes, it’s a terrible pun. No, I don’t regret it one bit.
Sketch a Day, Day 469
I wore contacts today for the first time in a few years. It’s rather strange being able to see peripherally again.
Sketch a Day, Day 468
Walking down the stairs this afternoon, I managed to trip and fall over a bag of stuff my sister-in-law had left there. I’m bruised but unbroken. I’ve decided to spend the rest of the evening on the couch.
Sketch a Day, Day 467
My glasses broke this evening. I wasn’t doing anything strenuous or anything; I mean, unless you count playing Mass Effect.
Sketch a Day, Day 466
On my brother’s recommendation, I watched the movie Echotone this evening. It’s a strange documentary, examining a number of Austin musicians trying to “make it” on their own terms or create the music they want to or whatever. Most of them come across as too precious or twee or pretentious or whatever. It’s a weird movie, but probably worth watching if you’re a musician yourself.
Sketches From Memory 