I just finished a picture of Carlyn. I was bored out of my mind, so I figured I might as well try to draw again. I started at 9:30. I sat on the floor, he was on the couch watching television. I sketched the basics for fifteen minutes and spent the next couple hours in my room watching TV while I did the details. The last thing I drew before this was this horse for Sam on December 28, 2000. I consider myself decent. There's certainly tons of room for improvement. I can look at something and draw it fairly well, nothing special, but I can't draw anything from memory. I guess I got it from my dad. He can draw really well. I'd sure love to paint, but I suck at it. I'll just stick with pencils. Anyway, here's the drawing. Screwed up the mouth. And everything else.