The Best part of Waking Up

So it's Christmas Eve, 3:00 in the morning, and I just finished playing some Metroid. Watching infomercials I spy a few post-its on the table. Feeling the muse run through me, I grabbed a pen and began to draw. Oh yeah, I was pretty drunk at the time.

I woke a couple hours later staring at my drawings and wondering what the hell I did. I'm sure it all made sense at one point, but that's really hard to tell. I don't consider myself much of an artist, but this shit...yeah.

( Continue for hideous drunk drawings. Merry Christmas, Wake. )