Okies, wells ... I have indeed have new art post-age ... and have indeed given up on my tablet {for the moment at least}.
Plus, I am finishing many pics and commissions. Yay. But, first let me tell you about yesterday...
My friend (Chapel) and I decided it would be fun to ... sleep in a cemetery. No reason. We meet at 4pm, whilst it pour, and left our stuff behind a century old grave marker and headed out. We visted Chapel's friend Gren where we eventually left after a calamity. Basically, we dig-dong-ditched him, he ran out with a base bat to our hiding place across the street, and I came out and attacked him with an umbrella. He fled from my open umbrella. I ended up semi-mooning him before leaving. Apparently, I have a very white butt.
We wandered one mile this way, then two that way, and by 10 pm, we were far from our starting point. I had a urination proclamation and she had the munchies for some Uncle Ben's.
We crawled up the steps of our guy friend's house, for which all the lights were out, in desperation. I proclaimed that if he wasn't home, I would cry, urinate in his bush somehow, and then resume a fetal position until he came home. I knock, he answers. Yay! We crash there until 12:30am when we were kicked out because said boy had to work {cough cough at Wendy's} at 7am the next day.
But hey, Chaps got her Uncle Ben's (whom I assume is married to Aunt Jemima) but I didn't use the lavatory! Oh wells. We returned to the cemetery, lit candles, and sat there until 3am when we tried to sleep. I didn't, and by dawn I was still hyperactive. We hit a breakfast diner down the road as it open. Chapel tried Potato Pancakes {holy crap, I love them} and then we went to sleep on an elementary playground across the street.
We were awoke an hour later by a janitor. We dragged our blistered feet (painful from a night in wet suede shoes) and I gave up and went home. Then I slept for the rest of the day. The end.