Oh Dear

When oh when am I going to be able to get enough sleep? I've got clouds in my coffee, and Puff the Magic Dragon refuses to go back to frolicking in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.

Prehistory

Drawn with paint, because the computer got more or less wiped during repair. So, I drew "Prehistoric Man" with digitally prehistoric art tools. Why "Prehistoric Man"? Because my mummy says so. His weapon of choice? A bone or a club. Who says so? Why Fred Flintstone, of course.

Yeah, I need Photoshop.

*NUDGENUDGEWINKWINK*

Eh? Eh?

There's always a difficult time in every man's life. A time when he has to ask himself some very, very difficult questions. Questions to which he may never find the answer.

"Why am I here?"
"Am I fulfilling my purpose in life?"
"Is there more to life than this?"
"What's for lunch?"