Rabbit's Butts Don't Glow

It's too early, and I realize this. I certainly dislike the morning. But I'll get over it, I suppose. Another thing I'll have to get over: soup. I. Can't. Carry. Soup. The dining hall must hate me. It always ends up all over my tray, on the floor, on my clothes, you name it. Yesterday I managed to get a small bowl of cream-of-tomato to spill down my jacket, over my bag, and on my sketchbook. All these things will now smell amazing in time.

I did manage to get some drawing done yesterday. I completed and colored one piece, but I am hesitant to show it off. Everyone who saw it found it to be very phallic, which was not my intention at all. Here's that:

(text courtesy of Nate!)
Apparently, his fat little tummy looks like a scrote, and his head looks like a whole mess of junk.


As I said before...not my intention! Maybe it's my subconscious telling me I need to get some. Or something. Frankly, I think it's possible I'm going crazy. Fair warning.

Here is a cat.

Ethan thinks that it resembles Sagwa. I tend to agree, but also, not my intention. Maybe this is a sign...that I am destined to be oblivious to the connotations of my work for eternity until someone points it out.
Damn these people.