happy new year, late. been fricking rewriting my story. ever feel like whatever you do has to be perfect before going to the next goddamn step? that's me twenty-four, seven.

i am going to start keeping this cobwebby place up to date. i promise. a sketch a day is what i can do, even though it has been lately (chaotic) hard to keep anything up-to-date.

so yeah tommorrow. i'll start scanning the stuff in the am.

til tommorrow, peace.