*Cough*
"Where TV ended and sex began was a fuzzy line, anyway, as they watched TV with Dave in Bro's arms, back pressed against his chest, and Bro missed more and more chances to make snide remarks at the shows as his attention became more and more absorbed in stroking Dave's hair, burying his lips in it as he pressed kisses to the top of his head."
That. I need to draw that.
I could now complain about how I suck at perspectives, but I won't. Just... needs some work.
Why won't this fucking virus or whatever the fucking plague I've got just go away already? Today after a "little nap" of 5 hours my throat felt okay for a while. But then I got up and did some stuff and now it hurts again. But I was able to call my sis, which is a positive thing. She's been trying to call me for a week but since I haven't had a voice and it's been goddamn painful to talk, I haven't been able to answer. So I used the moment of feeling okay to call her, catch up a bit and tell her I'll come visit when I'm not likely to pass this shit on anymore.
It sucks not seeing her for ages. She's the one I usually talk to about things, rather than mom.
And I've got something to talk about. I guess I was going to write about here, but... I can't. Yet. I feel like I'll jinx it if I talk about it before it's even a thing. I know it's annoying when someone's being a cryptic asshole, but... maybe I'm wrong about it and maybe it won't even become a thing, or... yeah, that's exactly what I mean. I'll shut up about that for now.
On a totally different note, I've been drawing a lot lately. And it's awesome. Even though I feel I used to be better, I'm still happy to be (hopefully) getting rid of the huge artist's block.
That. I need to draw that.
I could now complain about how I suck at perspectives, but I won't. Just... needs some work.
Why won't this fucking virus or whatever the fucking plague I've got just go away already? Today after a "little nap" of 5 hours my throat felt okay for a while. But then I got up and did some stuff and now it hurts again. But I was able to call my sis, which is a positive thing. She's been trying to call me for a week but since I haven't had a voice and it's been goddamn painful to talk, I haven't been able to answer. So I used the moment of feeling okay to call her, catch up a bit and tell her I'll come visit when I'm not likely to pass this shit on anymore.
It sucks not seeing her for ages. She's the one I usually talk to about things, rather than mom.
And I've got something to talk about. I guess I was going to write about here, but... I can't. Yet. I feel like I'll jinx it if I talk about it before it's even a thing. I know it's annoying when someone's being a cryptic asshole, but... maybe I'm wrong about it and maybe it won't even become a thing, or... yeah, that's exactly what I mean. I'll shut up about that for now.
On a totally different note, I've been drawing a lot lately. And it's awesome. Even though I feel I used to be better, I'm still happy to be (hopefully) getting rid of the huge artist's block.