33 hours without sleep. I couldn't hold a conversation. I couldn't play video games. I couldn't do Tai Chi. I couldn't just sit around and wait. I had to stay up to fix my schedule so that I'd be awake for my dad's angioplasty on Thursday.
7 hours to kill.
I couldn't function as a human being....but I could...Paint.
This is a commissioned painting of a boy named Max. The pictures will tell my sleep deprived story.
Scroll to the end for the big finish.
And now that my brain is dripping out of my ears..... my finished painting.

Goodnight.