I had a dream last night that I was coming up with a wonderful artwork. I remember getting super hyped over it, and thinking how great this would be once I finished with it.

Then I found myself halfway off of the bed, feeling like I've been hit by a million zubats. I have zero memory of what I was drawing and someone was playing funny music outside.

I was like fuck it, it's Friday, I only got one class, I'm going to doodle. Then I remembered that I forgot to bring my tablet pen while moving to a new place.

Oh well. I felt like crying a little anyway. And then drink some milk.