fresh paint

i stayed in for a drink, and started watching the midnight meat train; it's an excellent translation from the short-story, and wonderfully visual.

something came out while i was scribbling at coffeeholic, i was a bit embarrassed that i'd begun randomly and then had suddenly drawn breasts for all to see (okay, so there were only a couple of guys near me, i still found it awkward).

so i've finally learned to paint over. seeing as it's nowhere near finished:



aaaaaaand just a thought