My drafting table is still in the garage. Though, to be honest, I have running nightmares about my class load right now. Except for last night, when I fell asleep writing my paper, dreamed that it was completely optional anyway... and then woke up with my face in a philosophy of language text.
So, I don't really have time, and it's a terribly amateur comic
by somebody who still doesn't know what they're doing. Well. I'm working on carving more productivity out of my days. Somehow.
Last night, matociquala
posted about domestic violence.She linked to this.And this.
And pussinboots said this.
It's not love if you're not free to leave.
Happy Birthday, Moralicide.
Happy Valentine's Day, Internet.
No. I haven't given up, yet.