Well, here I am again, its 6:54 AM and I am doing what I have been doing for the past 3 or so nights at 7 in the morning: tapping my brain of every last bit of creative energy that it has stored from the previous day.
I often wonder if my insomnia is real or self-induced?
Sure, I would love to be sleeping right now. I really NEED to be sleeping right now, but I’m not, my brain doesn’t work like that. I live my life to make good use of every available hour, I guess that’s why I’m still awake, and this is what I’ve been up to:

My new tattoos are healing nicely.

Some recent paintings I’ve been working on.

My deer skull.

I love skeletal remains.

Chillin.

Horns.

Teeth.