I would’ve drawn. I wanted to. But I also wanted clean shirts and boxers so that I might be clothed at work and take a damn shower, respectively. So I went to my parents’ house, hung out, smoked perfectly legal tobacco, and didn’t get back until 9:30. But looking on the bright side, the 7-Eleven by my parents’ house still sells Bawls, and there’s a really decent chinese place on the way home. And they gave me a free soup with my chicken.

Drawing may happen tomorrow. I’d like for that to happen, but damned if I can predict the future.