I've been an idiot lately (well, more than usual). I'm not even over-committed, and I'm still getting less than five hours of sleep because I'm staying up doing nothing. I've also been feeling kind of depressed and sub-human, but that's probably just the sleep deprivation talking. Most of my problems could probably be solved if I just got eight hours a night, but hey, where's the fun in being a happy, properly socialized productive member of society.

When I'm upset about something (or in this case, about nothing at all), I clean things, so I've been putting things away and finishing stuff up. I moved a bunch of things into scraps because they were ugly. There's still a bunch of ugly things in the gallery proper, but oh well. They will be moved later. Or not. Whatever.