I think I screwed up and drew myself looking angry, but it’s really just that mild anxiety that washes over me when I think about the future or remind myself how freakin’ old I am! Wait, don’t get defensive, older readers; it’s just that I sometimes I feel like by now I should have figured out what I want to be when I “grow up.”

It’s Tuesday, and my mood has morphed into pensiveness.

Every once in a while I try to explain to my boss how awesome it would be to work “four tens,” and he looks at me as if I’ve sprouted antlers.

Just like this cocky kid from Yonkers! Happy Memorial Day.

It’s the unofficial start of Summer, and Central Park is packed with people, animals, and scenery, all just waiting to be sketched amateurishly.