The bigger your bed, the better the tent

I've looked at this for so long now I can't really work out what's good and what's bad anymore.

Despite this sounding like a typically lipgloss faux-philosophical jabber, I do simply mean I'm sick of trying to make this picture good and not knowing how. 

I gave in a overly unnecessarily-anxious project on Monday, which although a mostly enjoyable process, proved a disappointing finale (like at the circus), which showed how little thought I had put into executing my ideas. (When in actual fact I had put a lot of thought into executing my ideas. It just didn't make all that much difference)

Now we have a new project, I have started drawing today, which is a good start, considering I have weeks before panic countdown begins. 

I decided to go round the charity shops tomorrow to collect a variety of board games for the house. I think playing board games is probably a largely overlooked route of strengthening some part of your brain. And since most of the parts of my brain need strengthening, this would be useful. And I also very much like the idea of sitting in on a cold and rainy day with a cup of tea, slippers and a good cd, whilst playing a board game with someone who holds good company.