Ok, this is posting number two today and I'm fading fast. Like really, really fast. As I sit on a mountain of Kleenex and Cold-Eeze lozenge wrappers with an ice pack on my head, I'm about to give in and take some more dayquil. I'm trying to stick to the recommended amount for fear of acting, appearing, behaving like Kim Richards and that yuck glob of a boyfriend. What in the f*#k is wrong with those two? What are they on? I'm sick as a dog but if there was a Bravo camera rolling in front of me, I'm pretty sure I could pull it together long enough to fake my way through a scene. My apologies but that's about all I have to give right now......... Off to medicate and sleep.
Illustration of Ken and Kim completed with pen, ink, and marker on paper with a pinch of digital color.