Good Evening, Luthadel!

I just finished reading Brandon Sanderson's "Mistborn", and boy are my arms tired!

No, wait...

Sleep Well

So, few nights ago I'm trying to sleep, except it's not working out so well because my stupid subconscious is having me running around an abandoned railway station under a building full of these:



They're all raw pinks and reds and yellows, so it looks like an animal turned inside out. Which is very appealing. I figured I was better off out of there, so I got on an elevator, going up. Good idea, except I suppose one must have been in the shaft, since it started to tear out the floor to try and get at me. I was obliged to hang from the ceiling by my hook-hand (hook-hand? what?) and empty the clip from my handgun ( of COURSE I was armed. Dur.) into the things pseudo-head-thing to put it down.
Now, I'm law-abiding citizen. I pay my taxes. Do really deserve having to put up with this kind of shite while I'm trying to sleep? I ask you.




The sketch below is completely unrelated to any of that.

FOCUS, Dammit.

If you like a bunch of wandering-mind sketches all in one spot, then here you go. Something for everyone. Bring Grandma.