Today was a profoundly unproductive day. I slept till noon, then I went downstairs to work and got halfway through one illustration before having a panic attack and going upstairs, where I intended to work but instead fell asleep on a child's bed under a table in my parents' bedroom. I woke up at about 6:30 and went downstairs to work again, but instead ended up talking to my brother and mother for several hours over cards. Mostly we argued about our collectively incompatible musical tastes. Now it's 11:30 and despite having slept for 12 hours last night and another 3 this afternoon I'm exhausted. I'll be staying up and working as late as I can, but as it stands I'm going to need my weekend to be massively productive if I'm going to get back on pace with my life after this week.