...when looking at the rubbish I posted in the first two entries. It's entirely necessary for me to remember not to post half-arsed doodles here when I'll only look back at them and think "god, what was I smoking?"

I seem to be collecting things. Animal skulls and bits of skeleton around my bedroom, a fox spine hung off the back of my door. Ankle length coats. Masks. Pictures of stars. And I get the same itchy feeling in games too, which might explain why every chest or barrel in Elder Scrolls: Oblivion is filled to the brim with jewels and daedric armour at the moment.

Well damn. Someone needs a new hobby.

Merry (pre-emptive) Christmas.