Del
I'm dreading going back to work tomorrow, to be honest. I'm certain it won't be as bad as I think it is. But I wish my vacation had been longer. I'm up because it's frankly depressing. And because frustration, sadly, seems to be what allows me to rub two artistic brain cells together to make something.
I am still following my fish.
Delirium from Sandman is everyone's favorite. And the longer I stay in this dead-end job the more I feel like her.
