SO GUESS WHAT? I CAN'T DRAW ANYTHING ANYMORE!!
I tried to draw a cat.
I couldn't.
I tried to draw a smiley face.
IT DIDN'T WORK.

My hands are really unsteady for some reason. Like, I'm just causally drawing nothing in particular and suddenly:

MUSCLE SPASM!

WELP. I GUESS I GOT A GIANT RED LINE OF SHARPIE ACROSS THIS GUY'S FACE.

THAT'S FINE.

...RIP HOPES AND DREAMS.

Also requests are now closed. Which was the purpose of this chapter originally, until whatever the mess of words above happened.
If I OFFER to draw something for you, that is NOT a request. I WILL be doing that, if you want me to. If you requested something before this was written, I WILL still be completing it.

But, if you do have a request that I haven't finished yet, please be patient with me. Due to both artist's block and now the fact that my wrist has decided to grow a mind of its own and think things like: "you want me to move your hand to the right, but NAH, I wanna go left," they might take me a little while.

Also my sister.
Yeah. Blame her.

Because this is an art notebook, here, have a Charles:

Ugh, if anyone has a better name than Charles, please let me know.