Ris

I was able to draw for a bit. I was feeling antsy though with the piece I was working on. The hesitance to start or stop or maybe I'm going too long on this piece. Or the rendering isn't quiet what I had in mind and feeling that constant pull in the back of my skull. I made a promise that I won't go too hard back into art because I have to focus on other responsibilities. But, it's like an on or off switch. I gotta control my impulse better.

My feet are so cold. I always had an affinity to cold. My hands, kneecaps, and feet would freeze. I've gone to the doctor to rule out anemia in the past but everything comes back fine. But I have to wear so many layers to make sure I just don't shiver like a Chihuahua.

I really do miss seeing my friends.

I wish the world wasn't so fucked and that greed wasn't ruining everything.

Money literally doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of the universe, and here we are destroying our planet because of it. Wild to think how humanity would be if we approached everything people first. Hmm. Where would we be.

Just thoughts.