Failure to Thrive

Here are some prints, sketches, and cows from my sketchbook/brain.

This morning I woke up early, which I would normally never do on purpose, to write a response due tonight at 11:59 PM. If I think about this assignment too hard, I'll retch into a metal pail. I'm sorry to say that the bastards are grinding me down (shoutout Margaret Atwood). You'd think after this many years of working with the bastards, I'd have a stronger constitution by now, but no. The bastards want me to write them Moodle posts and 15 page essays and take exams. The bastards want me to think about specific things instead of anything I want. What is this, a surveillance state? What are they, the thought police? Who could possibly be expected to thrive in these conditions?