A Couple of Doodles and a Rant

Blah. I've had some pain-in-the-ass work come in from leftover old contract stuff. It's sucked up my evening and left me tired and grumpy and in a mood to bitch.

First off, I want work to be over when I leave the office. This leftover contract shit is going to drive me insane. I've gotten some good work done at work these last few days and I'd be happy about it if I didn't have this annoying obligation to do more of the same when I get home. I'd much prefer to come home and paint, draw, read a book, write something on paper, or, if I am going to sit down in front of the computer then let it be for something I want to do, not more bloody work.

Which brings me to these doodles. They are the only thing I have drawn recently and in lieu of drawing something new tonight, scanning these and posting them is the closest I am going to get tonight. That's not to say I'm not happy with the painting I just finished, just that I am itching to start something new. But no, what do I do? I spend the whole fucking evening alternately researching the solution to a problem for my leftover clients and reading the political equivalent of a Three Stooges schtick on a message board. I shouldn't read this shit when I am tired, the compulsion to post back "You're a fucking idiot, and here in no less that 1024 words is precisely why..."

Fuck it. I'm tired. I don't even have the energy and wit to get a good rant going. I'm going to bed.