Day 79: The Dancer

The one thing I hate about being sick is it always happens at the wrong times. Let me be sick when I have to visit someone I don't like. If it's going to be a bad day if I leave the house, then I don't mind being sick. All the pain, headaches and sneezing can and should wait until a tine that's convenient to me. Not the other way around.

I wish I could not be sick when I want to get things done. Doing these sketches isn't so much fun when I'm sick. It's hard enough to think let alone draw when I'm coughing all the time. I don't even want to talk about the housekeeping. To top it all off my husband is sick with the same cold. 

On a lighter note I finished a drawing for today. I couldn't decide if it would look better coloured or in black and white. I decided on the easier of the two and left it in black and white. I guess the one good thing about being sick is the fact that you can make more believable excuses for not colouring things!

Edit: I forgot to mention my dream last night. I received my computer in the mail and it was awesome. Today I woke up and found out it had been shipped! I can't wait until it gets here!