Shattered somehow

After my day of trekking around town, the good mood shattered like hot glass dropped in a cold bath.

I did hardly any drawing today, which pains me, but I did much thinking about drawing and scribbling about it in my scratchbook. Yoga and walking were victories, too.

There's a war going on in my brain between the arguments in favor of throwing together some art and pretty words for posting, and the faction of arguments that want to relax, let it go, and store up Desire and Energy for tomorrow. Actually, the debates are over and the "No Art" faction won the election, but without a mandate of the vote (third party candidate, Photo Post, took 8%, spoiling No Art's landslide victory). Now there are riots in the streets as the conservatives, who supported Art Every Night, are unready to have their figurehead leave the seat of power.

I guess that means this is a lame (duck) post.



... okay. Enough of this nonsense. I'll be better in the morning.