There was a lot of stuff I was supposed to do today. Instead, I did this:

It’s one of those “Hello, where did you come from?” things. My brain feels like elderly corduroy.

Will I be allowed to paint cute hadrosaurs for an art show now? Will my brain beat me up, leave me tied to a chair, and run off to Vegas with my spleen? Tune in next week to find out!

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