I miss my dog. I'd say, she would know what to do, she would be leaning against me, but I also know if she were here, I wouldn't be having this existential dilemma, which is forcing me to stop dicking around, and not doing more art. I'm being given opportunities to do more art, and I feel like I'm squandering time.
I want more props.
I'm so drained. Fred is next to me, she's smaller than Doodles. I miss Patsy on my legs now, after all the times telling her to move over. I'll miss her crawling under the covers, and leaning into me, til il drift off, then she sneaks out, and lays in the floor, or near the foot.