No, yesterday wasn't productive. Okay, I pencilled a page and got halfway through inking it before the all the silly black lines started seeming meaningless and I had to get out of the house. I woke up in a rotten mood, the kind I can normally only dispel by working really hard on something. Didn't work this time. Maybe it's just the whiplash of coming out of a really happy and exciting chapter of life. I don't know.
I drove around a few hours. At night, I watched half of Notorious, because watching Ingrid Bergman helps and there's no movie where she looks better. To-day, I don't think I'll draw, I think I'll try something different.
Oh, by the way, here's a helpful reminder about life;