Though I should save money and eat at home, I hate cooking and never have energy for anything in the evenings. To feel slightly better about my cooking bane I try to make something profitable happen when I eat out. The only socialization in my life happens at restaurants. Lately I have renewed semi-regular journal writing and drawn two nights in a row.
For an unknown reason it has always been difficult for me to work on certain projects at home. My brain doesn't cooperate, flops into exhausted mode after work, and insists on relaxing to preserve sanctuary and flush the day's mental difficulties in preparation for the next onslaught of "stuff." If evening activities resemble a continuation of work I die inside the next day and require double the blob treatment to recover. I tend to be slightly more diligent or focused for activities that require mental focus when I'm away from home in the evenings because home is where I preserve relaxation.
Activities such as writing or drawing feel foreign and nearly impossible at home. Virtually all my writing is done at restaurants or while otherwise away (like when traveling). Strangely I feel less disabled toward computer projects at home. I can even write, but only if it is of a hobbyish and fun variety. It is stressful and difficult to bring everything I need for digital content creation on the go. Otherwise I would greatly enjoy going to low-key coffee shops as Dave and Ihave done numerous times in the past. Not that I drink coffee, but 24 hour coffee shops almost always have a cool atmosphere. The downside is when my brain shuts down and I can't focus or I forget a key provision for my project at home. Then I just sit and stare at the walls, profiting nothing.
I completed another drawing tonight at Wendy's. Katie seemed to appreciate tonight's Nema Toads & Chrysanne the Mom more than yesterday's Wolfy Caruthers. She is one of the employees who is most familiar with my regular dinner visits. Apparently she is one of those rare species of human who appreciates puns and nonsensical humor.
I rarely plan out Gort Cards. In this case the woman on the left started out as a man, something like a Shaolin monk. When the features looked more feminine, I gave her more hair and came up with the troll adoption story.