After one more very long work day (12 hours of struggle in front of a computer), I sat down on the couch and started drawing what my head is feeling like - both the pain and the stress of upcoming unrealistic deadlines. I'm tired of hearing twisting words and having to deal with underhandedness. It grows like a fungus an affects everyone. Here's my drawing, I was having trouble stopping the growth, I could have filled the page.

Tonight I had to run in the dark after a long day of work. But it was unusually warm for December (60 degrees) and it was a good for stress relief. I noticed a tree that was pitch black against a sky filled with reflected light (but it was only slightly brighter than the tree in the foreground). I tried to draw it, but I'm way too sleepy to do it right. Anyway, here is what I drew.

I drew this while watching two TV programs about December 21, 2012 and the end of the world. The solar flares, the Nostradamus predictions, the Mayan calendar, and the galactic alignment. All this crazy stuff about the apocalypse with fire and famine and floods and violent weather and how the crises might hit us completely out of the blue even though we should be aware it's coming - and the use of the word extinction all over the place - and this drawing was all I could come up with.