While my son is snoring away in my Aunt-in-law's hammock, I decided to come back home and update my sketch blog.
Calling doctor's offices for RSVPs can be very tiring. Somewhere around call 104 and 105, a person's brain can start thinking in the abstract; none of one's ideas tie together.
I want to get more tattoos, and ideally would get a half-sleeve or a calf done. The tattoo would be comprised of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, possibly Scar from The Lion King, and a mishmash of designs and ideas connecting them together. All my personal artwork, of course.
But for now, I'll just have ideas from being on hold for 10 minutes at a time.
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