(this is especially sad when you consider that it starts at 1 pm)
It is cold. I cannot feel my fingers or toes, and I am making herbal tea. My apartment smells of cranberry-apple goodness.
I crave celery, but lack it. I think a hunting expedition is in order.
I drew something, but royally fucked up the coloring (as I have apparently entirely forgotten how to color by hand. Dammit), and thus no one will see it. Except Tish, who agreed that the coloring was fucked up. This annoyed me greatly because the outfit was very cute. I shall possibly try it again later. It was the exact same pose as an ancient drawing of mine (which I realized about halfway through inking), and that weirded me out - so I'll probably change the pose.