ZzzzZ.

Get up.

Go to school.

Go to work.

Rinse.

Repeat.

I'm too tired to blog.

And I don't want to read about the history of drawing anymore. I don't care that drawing is a matter of training the eye as well as the hand. It doesn't matter to me that the work of most mature artists reveals periods of intensive concentration within narrow frameworks of special problems alternating with periods of experimentation.

Yes, that was an actual except from this wordy as hell book I'm reading!

I just want to draw, get an A, and move along.

p.s. The disaster relief drive was a disaster as well. More on that later.