Midterms....*gasp*....they suck the life from me. Emerging now, on the other side of the storm, I want nothing more than to curl up and hide away from the stream of homework that threatens to overwhelm me. Cold, battered, disheartened, I draw my half dead body up from the craters of each test. Famished from the lack of creativity in mindless hours of memorization I cling desperately to photoshop and my tablet, the only hope of new life left in this dark world. Damaged, broken, but still alive. My heart beats tremble weakly against my palm as I reach for the USB cord and once again pick up the pen. The blue glow from my wacom slowly recharges my inner strength, preparing me once again to face the horrors that the professors devise.
Moral of the story:
Expect more manips and maybe even a drawing or two soon.