Hrrmph.

I stumbled getting out of bed this morning and never really recovered. So it's been a pretty unproductive day. I did manage to pick up my pencil and start drawing/doodling, though. Perhaps I can get back into doing that regularly as well.

The Solstice/Sunset sessions were a lot of fun. Solstice in particular had a pretty impressive turn out. It made me a bit nervous about my gig though, because now I feel even more of an onus on myself to do well. Which is ultimately good, because I oftentimes will accept mediocrity from myself even though I know I'm capable of much more. This is a thought I will probably restate several times throughout this blog. It is my hope that people will start calling me out on it.

I finally watched 300 yesterday. I thought it was perfectly entertaining and the perfect kind of mindless for a lazy recovery Sunday. I also didn't think it suffered from not being on the big screen, which everyone I talked to said it would. Which also means it probably would have fuckin' blown me away had I actually bothered to see it in a theatre. Ah well.

That's....that's all I got. Hrrmph.