Y’all, I’m so tired. Not in the sleepy sense, in the sense that I really don’t care about anything I write or draw here lately, or on Office Crush, or with my book. Some professional publishing people have asked about my other other book, Darryl, and I haven’t even responded because I’m so so so TIRED of it all. I hate everything.
I even pulled out the big guns, my favorite drawing ever:
That’s my Unicorn of Happiness, along with his pal, the SSRI of Happiness. They can make miracles happen. They can pull anyone out of any funk. But alas, this funk is here to stay.
I even tried giving myself a deep, meaningful, draw-writing prompt:
If that’s not deep and meaningful, then nothing is. NOTHING.
I even tried to make a shirt for myself that said, “Life” and had a picture of a lemon on it, and per reading about a life list meme on Facebook that mentioned doing this, I was going to hand out lemons at the grocery store. But CafePress was a bitch and I gave up, so my life list is pretty out of whack.
What I’m saying is that I’ll still be posting, but maybe a little less frequently until I get my mojo back, and I might rerun some greatest hits. You know, those posts that at least two people read? Yeah, those. Don’t hate me, because I love you.