My plans to watch a movie on the Hudson last night were unfortunately ruined by the rain. (I was finally going to see The Fighter - shucks!)
I ended up crawling into bed much earlier than I normally do and proceeded to fall in and out of consciousness. I later woke up with a burst of energy, quickly discovering that tossing/turning/kicking like an indignant toddler wasn't going to do the trick.
So then I
turned into my mother scrubbed the kitchen counter and plopped down on a stool and doodled, which eventually lulled me back to sleepyland. Tra-la-la.
It wasn't until this morning that I really looked at my doodles.
Well hello, figments of my imagination. You are mighty strange.
I suppose this is what happens when I deliriously draw!
until next time,