When you can not sleep, and instead trying so hard, is better to do something worthy. Like make a wire hook and rescue my old sketchbook, which was lost behind the bed. For years. I was so lazy. My butt hurts. And it was so gross and 41981651489 hairs on it and a million of dusts. I have sure AIDSes and cancers now. Yucky. Too bad, not tiny baby spiders, awwwwwwwwwww :C.

There is plnety of sketchs, which are not made by me, I should digitize it. One artist is even dead. What a legacy.