I like that phrase. I just thought of it and it pretty much describes the general state of me. I'm not sure what the hell is going on anymore, and I really don't care to find out. I guess I locked away a peace of my humanity that actually cares about affections for others.
The picture of Allison will not be revealed until near the end of this week. Expect this to be standard if any pictures are to arise that have been drawn in pen. All I can truly say is that the green-haired women is now 33, and kicking ass across the galaxy without her love, Carth. This picture features her standing on a cliff (not shown), looking at a battleground (also not shown) in front of her, and derelicts behind (shown). I find it pretty well drawn, and so do the other artists in my school.