Sick

So im sick, i have a cold, and my head feels like a piñata, except if you hit it candy wont fall out, but a thick viscous amount of phlegm and mucosa. My voice is so fucked up it sounds like a distorted microphone, and i feel like the ghost of myself staring through the looking glass.

My convalescence period sucks, theres no tv, and the only good thing about being sick is that you can watch the morning shows like jerry springer (my husband is a transvestite prostitute!) or maury (help me find my baby's daddy!!), and after that you can have a healthy (or unhealthy) dose of soap operas: one life to live, the bold and the beautiful, as the world turns, general hospital...they're really the same shit, only with different beautiful people, so take your pick.

In the absence of entertainment from tv, and because i already read harry potter and my father stole my one hundred years of solitude (cien años de soledad, lo cual leo en español, por que leer a garcia-marquez en ingles es un insulto comparable con leer tolkien en español...o como llamarse seguidor de tolkien y no haber leido el silmarillion) i turned to my own abilities as an artist (questionable at best), its been coming from a while now that i wanna do some sort of follow up to the drawing i posted here of the guy with the tigers...except with some other animal...except nothing comes up...i hate being blocked like this...and all i do is keep drawing more out of frustration because i feel i should nail this Alas! it is not to be, but i guess i cant stop until i have something on paper, that sort of express what i wanna draw...in general, i guess today sucked because i cant turn nowhere for entertainment