"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day...
"You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way" I don't think proud is the right word, but I at least still really like how this drawing turned out. So, I was sitting here, finishing up this page at 4:30 in the morning. Nothing unusual for me about that, but it just sort of stuck out to me. I'm pretty much just working on this all the time. I don't do much else. I jog about every other morning and go grocery shopping once or twice a week. And I barely feel I have the time for that. But, what I was thinking abou t is, I have no reference for time. I seem to think about that a lot though. The clock opposite me, that I use to tell time the majority of the time, isn't right. I know this. But still use it whenever I'm working, because, I guess I just don't care. What's weird is how the time settles unevenly. Like, how sometimes seconds can ta