O.K., so this post has nothing to do with Eliot Spitzer, I just couldn't think of anything else to title it. I'm back to about 98.5% my self, today. This is the first day I don't feel like going right back to bed. Now I'm left to deal with all of the broken dishes that have hit the ground in this failed juggling act that is my life.
One good thing is that I really feel like drawing, again, after two weeks of pushing it to try and make it happen; it's starting to flow, once again.