Creative Death, Packing Fail.
I wanted to write some haiku, and pack for Warwick, but instead I drew this crane. I think drawing is probably the best way to relax, if like me you're bad enough at it that even simple objects require your entire brain to draw. This took me quite some time, and I can't honestly say it's the best thing ever, but this is the closest anyone is going to get to creative output from me until essay season is over and I stop chewing my arm off with abject fear.
And yes, I've been listening to the Decemberists. Crane Wife 3 still gives me the dated hipster shivers.
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