I'm supposed to be getting by head around C++ template classes, but I keep finding myself studying the folds in the clothes people are wearing and wanting to draw them. Too little sleep and and I find the wool between the ears dulls my ability to process complex, abstract thoughts.
I want to be constructive. I want to make things. But the only pleasure I'm getting is to see text scroll past with less warning than the last time I typed 'make'. A pencil sits tantalisingly near, as I type but I'll pretend I'm writing code and not thinking about getting dirty with graphite...
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