So, I woke up about ten minutes ago, feeling fine. Then I realised that my hand was covered in pen ink; my notebook was next to me, with a pen lodged in the ring-binding-things. I flicked it open to the page after the previous artistic urge.
Apparently, I've been drawing in it in my sleep. Goddamnit. Pictures to come.
-The Lexiconical-
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