Had fun seeing old friends, though I didn't get to talk and hang out with people as much as I should have. That's what happens when you get older; people have their own lives and get too busy to do things.
So I painted a doggy! Like with oils and stuff.
That picture's better than the one I took, but it's cropped, and way too blue. Damn you, Instagram, for jacking up my hues. The painting was a gift for my sister's 40th birthday, and is of her beloved, awesome dog, Chewie. I forget the size. 6x8" maybe? I'll ask her to measure it and take a better picture some day.
It's almost 4 AM. I'm tired, hungry, and can barely keep my eyes open. Time to
(EDIT: I guess the beer can wait. Roommate drank it all while I was away. I don't blame him, I would have done the same.)