The one who knows where she lives.

I was messing around in Gimp, trying to sort out some of my sketchbook drawings, and this shit happened:

Not completely sure what I did, but I decided that I liked it.

Sketch by me /psychedelic colour fuck-up by Gimp (and me, I guess)

This little guy is who you'll see on the first page of my sketchbook.  He tells you how to contact me / where to send my dear sketchbook (if a kind soul were to do that) if I ever lost it.

Had my first day at art school today. So far it seems nice.

I should probably sleep.