I wake up everyday, wishing it was my birthday. I could start doodling right away. Then I check everything around me. The pencils, eraser, sheets, scanner, the special place on the table for coffee. My bedside table is my work table, I could not wish for anything better. Then I check my pillow and go back to sleep. Daydreaming about the year ahead, I see things that are going to happen. There will be jokes, art, beauty, sarcasm, innovation(I hope). And then there will be people telling me about the better stuff out there. I even made a list of ideas that would look good as doodles. Everything but the last day of this journey. I don't know how it will leave me feeling about stuff. And like any other journey, its the anticipation of the last day that is driving me.
