Inkdrops

I’m down with a nasty cold, hopped up on Indian herbs, Genmaicha, and enough honey to drown in.

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Fairly sure most of my brain and body have shut down to give my drawing arm power. In fact, the arm is typing this entirely on its own.

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The sticky fruit of my labor, thus far. Not sure whether I’ll begin digitizing this today, as I’m being yelled at to “get the fuck in bed and get some sleep”.

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