So a funny thing happened

and I basically forgot that I had a blog.

It was weird.  One day I was updating and wondering what my next post should be about, and the next...well, the next I wasn't.  The fact that this thing even exists was simply erased from my brain until my mom was eventually like, "Sooooo I've been checking on your blog, but there hasn't been anything new for a while now."

And I was like, "...blog?"

And then it all flooded back to me and I was all, "OH I HAVE A BLOG."

But by that point I was so out of the rhythm of updating (not that I ever really settled into an actual rhythm anyway) that I couldn't get myself to sit down and make something new.

Plus, this has been me all day every day for the past couple of months:

That and folding towels.

But hopefully now that I've updated again I'll have it back in my brain that I HAVE A BLOG AND A BLOG IS NOT A BLOG IF NO ONE IS BLOGGING IT.

Productivity Schmoductivity

Often I sit down with some paper, a pen, and the intention of being an artist.  Often I also can't think of anything to draw, and so I inevitably end up doodling the same few doodles over and over again, every day.

Here are some of my go-to doodles:

1.  A lady face in profile, usually with no body because I can't be troubled to go to the effort of finishing the picture.

2. A crazy-eyed stick figure in a skirt, either waving or shrugging.

3. A relatively new addition to my repertoire of repeated scribbles is a monster fish saying distinctly non-threatening things.

I also draw rabbits and giraffes a lot and sometimes end up just writing familiar phrases and sayings over and over again (some people like the sound of their own voice; I like the look of my own handwriting), which is probably a weird thing to do, but whatevs.

ANYWAY OFF TO WORK.