I find that I'm more productive when I have less time on my hands. Then again, I think a lot of it's in my head. For example, in my head, I have an idea for that Kitty Pryde thing promised and that Gao thing promised. In my head. My head also is home to a special place with top hat wearing T-Rex' that speak with very eloquent British accents.
In other Casey news, my uncle has blue eyes, his ex-wife has blue eyes, their eldest daughter has brown eyes. Mmm, genetics. I'm just irritable that it took me so long to realize. Because if anyone asked me, I would've told them that A had brown eyes. I think maybe I just haven't seen B in so many years I had just assumed that her eyes were also brown. I'll have to tip my hat to her if I ever bump into her again.
No one cares, sketch dump. I'm still angry that I can't goad myself into finishing that RHPS one. On the upside, I miss my ink pens and hope to see more of them in the future.
The most bee-yoo-tiful Gamorrean major domo, ever.
Goauche quickies.
Oh ink, I've missed you.