Heads Heavy.

Another day. Supposedly things have slightly changed but I don’t feel any difference.

I miss working I feel about as useful as a chocolate teapot, in an oven, in the summer. I tried to make pizza for my lass tonight and I messed it up, cherry on the cake of uselessness hurrah.

Just feel crap. I’m trying to upkeep something creative each day but I end up eating a pot noodle and watching TV all day every day, wondering what the future holds and whether I’ll even have a job when this is over. That would be just my luck to get a job I love and amazing friends to have the whole thing ripped from underneath me.

This entry is coloured pencil and fineliner.

Peace and good vibes to all.