I've been feeling stressed lately. Stressed and a little crazy. October was an amazing month. Not only did I have three day weekends all month, not only did I complete my Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza without a hitch but I also got inspired to paint a buncha shit. I got spoiled during October. Got a taste of what it's like to have plenty of free time and energy for my artistic pursuits. Furthermore, my brain has switched over. I'm an artist now, not a fucking factory worker. I'm getting really pissed off at having to work, having to put up with all those assholes. The only thing that keeps me on a fairly even keel is the fact that suffering makes for good artistic content. Okay, okay, enough venting.
Not sure what this was supposed to be. A flexing arm with a bulging bicep or some disembodied genitalia. Either way, it's bursting and releasing pressure, which is nice to see. The crazy has got to get out one way or another.