We had another meeting-slash-training-session today. This one was, thankfully, only an hour long, but that’s an hour of my life I’ll never get back. Damn! So, I did a little more doodling at the bottom of the previous doodle’s page, which explains the swirlies along the top border.
This may be as close to arting as I get today. I just don’t think I’m in the mood to mess with it. We found out this morning that one of our coworkers was in a coma, and was not going to come out of it. She died at 1:00 this afternoon. I didn’t know her well, but it’s still kind of weird and sobering to think that someone I saw on Friday is gone today. Poof! Just like that.
And that, such as it is, is the news of the day.
A man in my shoes runs a light and
All the papers lied tonight
But falling over you
Is the news of the day
Angels fall like rain
And love (love, love)
Is all of heaven away
(I always did love that Psychedelic Furs song, so it seems sort of fitting that it’s stuck in my head tonight.)
