A doodle in ink on a sketchbook page. A conversation with myself: My Brain: Time to draw!! Me: …No. My Brain: It’s #sketchaday, not #sketchwhenever! Me: …Nah. My Brain: DAMMIT, LAURA, YOU SAID YOU’D DO THIS!!! Me, sounding martyred: *sighhh* …FINE. Inserted here is a doodle of a stick figure passed out sitting on a chair, head on a table, right stick arm holding a pen, drooling on a drawing of a stick figure (meta stick figure!). The drool has spread from the table, and is dripping on the floor. On the paper, above the little stick figure is written “FUUUU…”. To the right of the drawing, the conversation continues: Me: Are you happy NOW? My Brain: NO. (angry face emoji) Me: ME NEITHER. (Sticking out tongue emoji)
I am really, seriously arm-locked today. #sketchaday #artsky #blueskyart #art #sulkyart #selfimposedpain #idontwanna #chronicpain #drool
Even doing this silly thing hurts. But, I’m fine, I’ll recover, I live with this. #semisarcasticaffirmations
