I'd declare this place dead as the proverbial dodo if I didn't think that maybe, at some point... I won't be so bum'd out and maybe get back into being able to do the things I enjoy/draw... But as it stands, there's too much to worry and be upset about for any end to be in sight... So!
I declare this place temporarily dead.
Catch you guys when I can draw again.
Listening to: Whatever's on telly...
Drinking: Cider. Fuck the police, its past the yard arm.