.tuesday.

Sometimes my sleep schedule gets all out of whack, especially after a holiday weekend. And I have to go to work anyway. My brain gets all bibbelty, and I start pondering...things...

And then it gets weird.

And then it becomes a sales pitch.

I'm fine, by the way. This wasn't inspired by a specific event - except for maybe the series of specific events conversations I've had over the last 12+ years of art making for profit.
Because pocket lint is the new black.