Dinke and Dilly

I sat down to draw and realized I couldn’t. Not that I didn’t want to, but I was to befuddled. Even writing this has been a practice in typing a sentence and deleting it because the mood of the moment has changed. There’s probably a long german word for the experience of exasperating exercises in poor decision making and the hilariously terrifying selfishness that,………. I don’t even know how to finish this thought. Every day is somehow worse than before. There had better be the mother of all black comedies at the end of this mess that is somehow more believable than living through it.

2020. It’s all ricked.