I originally woke up early because I have (for several godsbedamned reasons I full well brought upon myself) somewhere to be at six AM, BUT set my alarms a half hour earlier by a stroke of providence.
As a result, I woke up at 4 having managed to rehabilitate a murder clown in my dream by hugging him while on imaginary drugs (you can tell they're imaginary because they didn't do anything except make me feel like a marshmallow) and dipping faster than someone ghosting you on Tinder. I have been attempting to recall as many details as I can and draw them in the last half hour.
And now, friends, foes, and strange faces, I present to you the reason Tumblr is saving me: THE GRAVITY WONT FUCKING HAT!!!!!!
This guy has a hat like Pomni's from TADC (90% that's where my brain got it), but I CANT FUCKING DRAW IT! Whatever spicy this guy did to my brain, it's not letting me draw the fucking hat! I HAVE BEEN FALLING!!!! FOR THIRTY MINUTES!!!!
