I’ve had about a quarter of something called Rowson’s whiskey in the past three days and I think my capacity is going back to less-ridiculous these days. I’ve made two drawings and one riff that might or might not lead to something more. I’m nowhere as productive as I used to be a year ago, but I think I’m doing okay.
And now I’m on a train, going home alone at almost midnight, and it’s okay.
Life isn’t half as bad as I make it out to be, most of the time :)