My living space is weird. The upstairs is painfully crowded, the downstairs is echoingly empty. Literally, it echos. A few last things to move out to the tent tonight, and we'll be camping out upstairs in exile through most of tomorrow. I have, like a genius, managed to pack my most vital art supplies in a drawer that is completely blocked in by other furniture. I did not discover this until I went to draw, of course. Now I've got art withdrawal pangs and I am ITCHING to finish Fantastrix. I didn't get my computer out all weekend, either - it's tucked away on my desk in the basement, so harder to pull out than it usually is. So, no art from me until Wednesday at the absolute earliest. I am going to try to get some writing done, but chances are... I won't.