October 26, 2005

• 1001 Words of Woe…

  So because they became popular at work, because I am a terrible amateur
  artiste, and a maybe a sheep, I got myself one of them fancy stylus
  Wacoms.
  

  And thus created myself.
  

  A ball of fire.
  

  And a cutesy wootsy butterfly.
  

  (these, unlike my other picts, can be clicked on for larger viewing.)

  Work is intense right now, and no fun at all, art the only cure for the downtrodden spirit.

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