Friday, February 24, 2017

II.XXIV.XVII. The Tiny Prophet

So today I felt fairly terrible, but I worked like a good boy. Then I wanted to show a friend of mine something from my sketchbook via Skype and its elastic keeper-closer (which had lost all of it's elasticity) caught on my just-filled coffee cup overturning it, soaking me, and creating a splatter pattern on my carpet almost the exact size of a bath towel.

Then this happened.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

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