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Wednesday, December 05, 2007 Fugue It's my own damn fault, but I've been up to my freaking eyeballs in work lately. I just spent two consecutive nights racing through dump trucks of artwork just to keep up. This is the first time I've been done before 11 PM and I'm fucking tired as all hell (although I did get to go back to bed this morning). Too damn much work. The worst part is I can't claim a stupendous feat for pulling 12-hour stints working on shitty artwork. Nope, I already burned this time a couple of weeks ago doing a fat load of nothing. I'm so messed up lately with managing my time. And I have this weird sense of deja vu all the freaking time. It's probably because I haven't slept and I'm in imminent danger of a total neuro-synaptic meltdown. Everything has this slightly off feel to it. I'm not living my life anymore, this is somebody else, only... I can't remember who I used to be. On top of that I (or this person I now inhabit) has had this desire to start messing with Painter. So ending "early" today, I plugged in the tablet and promptly drew lots of little circles and dark lines. Desire does not equate idea, apparently. I did eventually, out of sheer accident, get this out: I'm still trying to figure out if that's a sort of walrus-man face, or piece of female anatomy. Yeah I know; it's neither, because it's garbage. posted by Evil Wayne | 11:46 PM 3 comments 3 Comments:
Yeah, welcome to my year. By rayhawk, at Thu Dec 06, 01:12:00 AM 2007
Yeah, I traded some magic beans for this year. I should have known better than to deal with a guy selling "Rolexxxes" out of the back of van. By Evil Wayne, at Fri Dec 07, 02:48:00 PM 2007
It looks like he's hitchhiking and holding an invisible sign. |
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