No drawing, 3.5hrs of YT, and I'm writing this past midnight. I let the day pass me by :P.

of course i feel horrible about it. but mostly just empty.

what will i do about it? nothing. obviously -_-. I can't even bring myself to think about what I want to do tomorrow, even if i could make myself do what I want.

I have a thing that isn't optional. maybe. it could be rescheduled.

it would be nice to have that dealt with.

I know my drawing is so close to being done! At least, the difficult part is almost done. The universe could collapse before i finish this piece, but if i get through this difficult part the rest will come with ease, i think. ain't that something to look forward to =w=

These cooler months are my favourite. Cold air makes me feel like I'm in a movie, like everything's important. Even indoors, the cold can wash over me with my, uh, melancholy? It hits different compared to just a month ago. I'm sure early-october-me thought the melancholy air-wash felt way less profound then.

Fresh air is something special, though. even if cold wind makes my tears run.

With tomorrow a predictable mystery, Goodnight!