The first week of my second year at college is over, and I'm happy, but beat. No, not happy... contentment is more like the word.

You see, last year didn't go all so well. Exited over entering college, I stacked a huge workload on my plate, and very soon I ended up burning out. Also, I didn't really know how to handle the concept of academic freedom, which only sunk me deeper into the mire of trouble I was in.

So there. I'm happy to be able to make a new start and be doing something worthwhile for a change, but I'm also not happy since I know this is just the beginning, and I'm already physically exhausted.

I hope I can get the hang of this soon enough, get used to spending a lot of time studying. I wouldn't want to repeat what happened last year.

How does any of this concern you?

Well, for starters it'll be sure to impact on my already erractic updating schedule (not that I ever really had one, mind you). Nowadays when I get home, I don't feel like drawing, I feel like sleeping. Maybe when I've rectified my faulty sleeping habits (sometime next week, I swear) and no longer feel tired during the day, I'll have the energy to draw at least as often as I did before or maybe even more.

I didn't give you a heads up on this before, because I didn't know how much of an effect it would have, but now that the first week is past I can say it'll be measurable.

Don't worry, though. If only for the sake of practice, I'll be at least be sketching things, from life and otherwise. I know they're not as nice as finished pieces, but you've got to roll with what you've got.

Naturally, I'll make an exception to all this for the lovely  claire_lamouf. To you I'll draw with all my might, from all my heart, as cheesy as it might sound.

Thanks for reading. (: