So I had all these awesome drawings, right? Annnnd I was supposed to get them back from the Museum of Art, right? So I went to the museum on the date that I was supposed to go and pick my art up, and I walk to the front doors, and the coolio security guard guy is cool like usual, but then he like, walks me to the desk, asking "Amoreena [uhhh he knew my name?] we've been waiting for you! Been talking about you all day!" and the lady at the desk is smiling crazily and nodding at me like crazy, and going, "Yes yes! You're name is quite the hot topic," and whatever, and hands me a makeshift portfolio which feels too light, and there's a post-it note attached that says, "Your drawings have been kept until a decision is made." What? The desklady says "They're keeping them for another exhibition," and I ask "What exhibition?" and she says "We'll email you the information." I am shown the door -- very nicely, of course -- as everyone smiles eerily at me.
I still haven't received word of anything, and it's been weeks. My feeling went from "Oh cool, I'm like, a known artist, ho ho ho" to "What the fuck happened to my art. This is definitely some sort of conspiracy. They're making clones of me right now as I sit here, and they're making art that's mine but not really, and maybe soon they are going to kill me."

I just want my drawings back :'(

Aside from that, I've been in a sinkhole for months. The last time I actually drew anything, it was more a batch of design sketches for things like furniture and clothing. Nothing I want to post. Soon! Sometime! I will have something to post.