I will begin by saying I totally copped out on the whole one-drawing-per-hour-of-consciousness thing. But just a little totally! I mean, I definitely drew some things, and they even coincided with what I was doing around that specific hour, but I only produced six out of a possible 18-20. I don't think that's too bad though, considering a lot of them were quick-doodled at work (slow day). Yes, I did touch them up or re-do them later on. Is that okay? Did I break the law? Of course not; there are no laws, silly.

But, point is, I kind of like them! I mean, I clearly suck, but I'm improving! There's some emotion, even! Sure, sure, I make an instant fool out of myself once I venture below the neckline (and, well, probably when I stay above it, too...), and poses and things are very stiff and all that, but I do not mind. I liked drawing when I was young, dammit, and I'm enjoying it now. Don't expect I'll actually get to be any good at it, but it'll be fun to bust out a halfway decent doodle every now and again.

For example, say I were to become a teacher one day (I won't, but we can use our imaginations), and in my class was this kid who had a "good heart" but was also sort of an idiot. I could draw a little caricature of myself in the upper-left corner explaining what this kid did wrong. I would look wise, but also approachable (due largely to being a cartoon). I would be wearing a cartoon tweed jacket, and would possibly have a full cartoon beard.

Now then:

6:14am. If you replace the last frame's caption with "THOROUGH BEWILDERMENT " and give me a matching expression, it's 100% accurate.

10:00am. As a recovering nail-biter, I have my good and my bad days. Today, at roughly 10am, I was experiencing a "bad day." The rest is just me ragging on myself for having deplorable hand-drawing skillz.

12:00pm. I realized at this point that I was kind of digging the doodles. It's not funny at all.

1:00pm. It's very cold in the office around 1pm, and that means my bodily functions begin to slow. It's mighty hard for me to stay awake when I get cold.

2:00pm. What I'm admitting to here is that there's not much to draw about at work. I sit at a desk and push buttons while my eyesight is slowly whittled away.

3:00pm. Cop-out ensues. I did return from the meeting, but there was nothing left to draw about (also, I got real busy).

And what did I learn from all this? My hand is not steady.