tinhuvielartanis | The Waiting Is the Hardest Part

So I got up early this morning, ready to go over to Wellford and kick some so-called authoritative butt, but we got a phone call letting us know the gas man will be here sometime this morning. It's 11:30 and we're still waiting on him. As soon as he delivers gas, then it's off to Wellford to talk to Chief Guy (definitely a guy's name), then to the store to buy some groceries. We have half a box of baking soda and an uncooked pinto bean in the kitchen. Time for some food.

While we wait for the gas man, I'm scanning a fuckton of 3 million year old art work that was crappy when I created it and it's crappy today. Finding all this art recently has gotten me in the mood to try to finish Claire for

paisleydaze and also try my hand at drawing Everett for

gunslingaaahhh. Whether or not these projects will turn out to be as craptacular as the other art I've scanned remains to be seen. In the meantime, I'm gonna upload the crappy old art to Photobucket and post here shortly. I'm also going to put in on Facebook because why should my LJ pals be the only ones to suffer? I'm an equal-opportunity misery giver.

Hm...just got off the phone and the police chief won't be back in the office until Monday. So I guess I'll have to wait until Monday to throw down on the City of Wellford. I hate waiting.