What a pain...

The feeling of still having a waaaaaays to go to finish an extra large commission but finding out the hard way that, as it's plain to see, your ability to finish it in a timely matter was nothing but a lie.

And so you lie there, yearning to reach for the stars but having as much luck as a bug in getting that far. You try to do as your degenerate, dollar-signed masters wish of you to complete your mission, but you are no robot, but yet another ugly member of humanity.

Still, like a piano out of tune, I play on regardless, struggling to survive, using my art to give homage to whatever deity of good fortune will visit me, inventing new techniques to perfect my craft until I can finally reach my ultimate truth.

But now, I despair. Upupupu.