Still too sick to get in a run, so I swapped my usual gesture drawing spot for this plaza right outside work.

Speaking of Collie Fornia, this guy’s been all over the place lately. And it’s actually California law that you either have to do an Arnie impression, or be able to draw a caricature of him.

As much as I love being in New York, I definitely wish I could teleport to California for birthday parties! I don’t think the Mexican restaurant at which they celebrated gives out birthday sombreros, but I thought it might be cute.

Hah, I really didn’t mean for this to look like one of those “depression hurts” ads, but this has been one hell of a week, culminating in a huge sleep deficit and a full-blown head cold. It wasn’t all bad. Yeah, it was a terrible week at work, but I also went to two concerts and the Maker Faire. But it’ll be at least as thrilling to do absolutely nothing tomorrow.

Had a blurry night last night, drawing bad sketches of coworkers, and toasting my former boss, who was let go for “budget reasons,” despite the fact that he was the most skilled and knowledgable manager in the department. My theory is that his tendency to skip pointless meetings–to do actual work–made him a suspicious character in the eyes of the other managers, none of whom ever poked their head into our workspace to witness how integral he was to the team.