I don't know what's wrong with me, but I kind of went to pieces instead of finishing a piece of cute group art (huggable, friendly, merely large space biomechs) that shouldn't have proven problematic at all. Not even a good jog could snap me out of it. Everything feels pointless due to current events and I'm this close to just nuking my art and social accounts, dropping my messaging accounts, selling the toys and sewing machines, feeding Zinogre to the trash compactor piece by piece, and finding someone nearby to take Godzilla in. No prototypes. No new suits. No new plushies. Just the sweet, sweet oblivion of going full beige in my underfurnished apartment while zonked on tranquilizers.

I'm just taking a break for sanity purposes and may be some time...