The End Where We Start.

The End Where We Start.

Wow, another blog entry so quick? I know, I’m an overachiever. I recently crossed over to my 48th year in this human suit. In that time, I’ve randomly lost my balance as I was getting out of bed, went ass over tea kettle and fractured a rib, which makes everything, sneezing, coughing, laughing, living, etc. painful. It was dumb, it still dumb and I guess there isn’t much they can do but tell me to do deep breathing exercises and try not to be an ungraceful ginger anymore. I think I can attempt to do at least one of those things.

In the meantime I’m trying to keep going with continuing my own work in the evenings and trying to still get used to the 4am wake ups for the daytime gig. Speaking of which, it’s going well. I still have things to improve on, but it nice to have consistent work for sure and the work is pretty varied so it’s not like I’m doing the very exact thing every day.

I knocked out another #ruiningmyfavorites illustration, a series started a few years ago focusing on the albums, movies, etc. that have shaped me into the disgruntled ginger that I am today.

Welp, I’d better finishing prepping myself for the vector mines. Until next time, COURAGE. And per usual #FODBM