Week five. Omg omg omg. A day late, but still. I blame the blue wall (by the way, IN YOUR FACE BLUE WALL. IN YOUR IMPASSIVE ROCK HARD FACE. That is all).
For some reason, it was brawling week. Perhaps because I have not punched anything in a long time, but I punch people in my mind all the time so you'd think that would count. Also cigarettes. Because they are so cool.
Thorsday. Cooler than usual thanks to the power of cigarettes.
Drink and draw! Apparently drinking makes me think of muscly men, skeletons and unholy combinations of both.
Five. Can we do six? LET'S DO SIX.