I'm having an extremely exhausting working week(s). Really. There's some office tests, checks, re-checks, electricity failures, angry clients, etc., all in one, every day. All I can manage at evening time is to have a lazy snack (just to refill my batteries) and to kill someone in videogames (just to relax). And, trust me, I suffer, for I have at least three sketches to be finished. Two of them are senseless tumblr-only doodles, one's still in my mind so far... Not to mention some of the traditional paintings that only await the final touch of paintbrush. And I DO SUFFER. Because I have neither willpower no strengths to get them finished at once. You have no idea of how I want to, but I physically can't.

Add to this the multiple delays with getting the prints I ordered, like, almost a month ago, issues with post office and -20°C in the street. I'm usually fine with the latter, but having to wear over 7 kilos of clothes at a time CAN FRUSTRATE BLOODY ANYONE.

I'm waiting for the new moon to cut my hair, get a day off and get things done.
But these days I'm utterly useless, and I do apologize for that.