I finished my freelance crap at around 1:30 in the am last night/this morning. Ahhhhhh, it feels soooo good to be done with it! I "celebrated" with a apple martini or three which I needed to counteract the Red Bull I knocked back a couple of hours earlier when I was dozing off in my chair. Today my head is fuzzy on the inside.
Now I gotta concentrate on this weekend's bout and finding another job next week.
Oh yeah, and I have to make a card for my team's uniform sponsor. The uniforms are gorgeous, so drawing up a card for them ain't no thang. It'll look way better than this squirrel:
For chucks and snicks I went to the animation union blog yesterday and was nosing around there. Ended up making the most idiotic and rambling comment on an entry that was a few days old. This morning I look to see if anyone called me on my crap and found that Geena Davis posted a comment after me. Yeah, that Geena Davis.
She didn't call me on my crap. In fact, she hardly registered its existence.
Probably for the best, really.
There's something so secretive about typing in the tiny font. I like it! Too bad I don't have anything shocking to reveal here.