...how I'm going to make it through this week. This week is just going to be terrible. I can tell these things. It usually starts with a sinking feeling in my gut.

It's mainly due to the fact that the Animal Drawing class was canceled this week, and that's pretty much the only thing that's been getting me through this semester. This'll probably be the cheesiest thing I'll ever say in my entire life, but... That class reminds me of how awesome, good, and beautiful this world and all its inhabitants can be. And without it, I fall back into the bad habit of brooding on just how many species are extinct because of the human race, how many acres of rainforest are cut down each day, and how much I wish I'd been born at the bottom of the ocean, as a mindless Angler Fish. Or that the zombie apocalypse would occur.




And I'm really really REALLY sorry to and for still not getting around to your sketches. I'm going to work on them, I promise!