So I was looking at my journal, and it was looking back at me. And it started talking shit to me, so we got in a fight and now I'm on parole.

Seriously though, it's time I updated this thing to at least give the illusion of my presence, and get that sad Christmas stuff away from prying eyes. Working on a huge amount of sketches, two campaign pieces, and some naughty gift art for Orca. This week's complete and utter hell for me, but once it's over I can finally get back to what I do best - wasting time. Who knows, maybe I'll actually have drawn something that won't burn your eyes out with its crappiness. Vale.