itesser ink: progress, uncensored

The majority of Tuesday

Today was limited in scope and depth so I vow to keep my comments on the day limited in length. My troubles were as few as my movements, though the correlation means little. I spent the majority of my day reading in bed. What can I say? My brother recommends a good page-turner. Tuesday might have ended there, with a small shift in pitch as the day's note faded out; when my book was over with (it seemed way shorter than 454 pages) I moved from a fictional court case in a novel to a fictional court case in a video game.

(Un)fortunately for my wish to sleep early, checking a walkthrough on my computer got me in contact with my best friend extrordinaire and I was inspired to put down my game and pick up my pen. And not just my pen, but my paints, too. I forgot how awful they can smell. Nothing beautiful came of the artsing session (and I can't get my scanner working), so no art to post just yet, but I'm glad that I pushed myself to be productive at the end of the day. Posting is cool, too. Now that I'm here I want to say more that these quick jots, but the hour is later than I thought.