archaeological finds

Feb 20, 2006 21:37

Cleaning one's room may seem like an unholy ordeal, akin to flailing oneself repeatedly against a ten-foot wall of rancid sludge. Is it me? Maybe it's just me. But damn, is it a good feeling to see your scanner for the first time in four months.

Peeling back the layers of dusty doodlings and aged correspondance, one glimpses a smooth expanse of plastic emerging from unknown depths of the paper jungle. It brings forth a swelling of hope. Figures dancing across webpages on the fringes of imagination, fingers already twitching for promised adventures in Photoshop. Prematurely, perhaps? Dare not, brave soul, to look upon the mountain still lying atop the drawing area. Oh, but what a fine dream!
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