Chirp.
Wednesday night I could not sleep because of the never ending chirps, coos, calls, etc. of two or three birds in the tree outside my window. Usually this is a pleasant sound, but from midnight to 4 in the morning it was very unwelcome. The sounds were echoing in my tired head and I felt like I was going crazy. Eventually I completely freaked out and woke up my dad yelling, "DO you HEAR the BIRDS?!" Then went and slept on the floor in the spare room. I could still hear them faintly. And didn't get to sleep until about 4. When I woke up they were still making noise. I have never hated birds so much in my life.
Err. Naturally I did a painting of them. It's not completely finished, but it's the first painting I have done in months and months. I missed painting so much, so I guess I owe the birds a kind of thank you. Sort of.
I started a self portrait too, which I will post when I finish it.