Air Muscle.

I don't really have a picture for you today. Most of the time, I would have the decency to include one, but I'm working very hard and if you're still reading, I'd like to think you have a legitimate interest in the crap I do as opposed to a taste for my mediocre eraser-doodling - though I have one of those planned for any moment I can sit back to do it. It's not exactly the finishing the Gauntlet one, but rather re-purposing it, sort of.

It's hard to explain.
I have a sneaking suspicion it'll look a bit like Hellboy.

Regardless of debating your intentions for reading - if you're reading - I'm going to just cut to the chase. I've an unparalleled opportunity to work at Gold's Gym, where I've been working-out for the full extent of the Free Trial Membership included with my apartment.
Tomorrow, at 5:00 AM, I'm going to drop in to see if I can't be a face. Something more than a resume. I'd like to get there sometime early so I can show them that I don't mind getting up at 4:00 to meet their 5:00 shifts.

My heart's a little heavy.
I think I wished I would've just sat back to watch some Friendship Is Magical with Alex and Emily. I guess I could've handled all the crap I did tonight in the morning.

Oh well.
Who cares? I've got something to show for the evening. I've made a stride in the right direction again. I'm taking that window of opportunity while it's open.

In lieu of a picture, I suppose you can have This, so that the title of this makes a little more sense. Working at a Gym is also moe~, you see.

Catch you at 6:00 or so.

Work in Progress.

This is the right shoulder of Gauntlet, from Heroes of Newerth. John used to play it all the time. I was going to draw a friend of mine up in the Basel as Gauntlet, because Gauntlet's hand explodes into divine flame.

After tinkering around with it for a little, and preparing to add the head, and a menacingly curled normal-arm in the distance, I'd overheard a long-winded and angry rant. Someone's friend, it seemed, is on their umpteenth divorce, chasing that 'Spark' of initial romance or whatever.

All through the panes of my window, all I could hear were lines like, "Sometimes, life happens", and "There aren't that many modern-day love stories", and "So many people seem perfect and then they fall apart."

I don't know how to feel about that, but it made me question what I was doing, propping my feet up to doodle. I'm going to take life by the horns again.

I have to be.
I have to do.
I am a Rearden.

I am.
I think.
I will.

I will not be a statistic.
I will break the mold.
I will tear this stupid sense of complacency way from myself.
I am a work in progress, and my progress will not be halted.