I fell off the wagon during the Horrible Mood Crash a little while back. As in, artistically. Didn't hardly draw a thing for nearly two weeks. I think that's got to be a scary new record. In any case, I've been slowly climbing back onto the wagon, and tonight I was looking over juts scraps and little things I had piling about. I was surprised: I'm actually not as bad as I imagined I was (although I think my FA submission really don't show that, I know). I really am my own worst enemy.