People who I called frands let me down yet again. I should just stop thinking about them.
Then again, they started to get back to me and gave me happy heart attacks as soon as I stopped thinking about them. Works like magic.
FRANDS I HATE YOU Y U SO KIND YOU MADE ME FEEL BAD.

Anyway, trashy morning practice with ref.  and an empty stomach using a chalk brush:

Maybe I'll try to work on it some more after lunch.