And the wind picked up; the fire spread.

I just finished cleaning up a few old online galleries. Deleted a couple that I don't want to be linked to anymore.




I was being treated exceptionally rudely by a few people I used to hold in high respect. Guess some peoples' general perception is so skewed from lack of oxygen, due to having their own faces shoved into their asses and the asses of others. Hmm.


Oh well. Not my problem, I am far more self-aware than they could ever hope to be.

There is none.

Last day of work is tomorrow.  I can't help it, I will miss it.

I hate how I take so long to finish commissions.  At least I don't take new ones until I am done with the old ones.  Finding a vision for ideas that aren't mine is harder for some reason.

Both characters © Estarial!