I got so fed up with the pain that I decided to draw something once I was able to. (Also, I haven’t drawn anything for myself in a long time.)
This month wasn’t as bad as others I’ve had the dubious pleasure of experiencing- a handful of episodes in which I was replaced by a lump of cold, perspiring human for the rest of the day. Those were not fun times.
Unfortunately, I suffer the relationship of my baby-making machine, and life, as is its violent fashion, goes on.