i hate my job. i hate that they stopped letting me draw so i can stare out at the nothingness. anyway, i've been helping out another branch and I haven't felt comfortable just whipping out my sketchbook there, but i've been drawing on their blank pads of paper and that's why they're in varying sizes of scrap. anyway the 23rd and the 24th.
and the 25th! the day before PAX in which I'm more than impatient to get the fuck out of there.