Do you know that feeling? When you've been up too long and you're starting to lose your senses? I call it the state of being "Sleep-drunk". This is a time where you can get the god-forsaken brilliant idea to send a text to someone, only to wake up the next morning with extreme regret, or more optimistically, with a feeling of accomplishment and being way too impressed with yourself. Yesterday, I was sleep-drunk, and at the same time, facetiming with a girl I don't usually facetime with. This friend of mine had just started a blog recently, and so I thought to myself OUT LOUD, "Wouldn't it be great if I started one too and posted two great posts!?". My friend obviously jumped on that suggestion and said, "YES. YES YOU SHOULD".
It's now 10:30AM and I know I've made an abysmal choice. I don't bother looking at my blog until an hour and a half later, at which point I say,
"Wait... ... ... ...
I wrote this?"
Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all: I had become impressed with myself (a little too much). My sleep-drunk self. Had it been good or not, I still began to think that I could make something out of this whole thing. That I should continue to develope this... THING.
Anyways, today's sketch is of Oliza: A lovely lady that stays up way too late every single day of the week, and kind of enjoys it... Until she wakes up. Good news about waking up, though: YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN! If you ever meet Oliza, make sure to give her a cozy, soft hug. She loves those. Treat her like your favourite plushy. She'll love you.