On Christmas Eve, one of my rabbits, Elvira, came down ill. It's always been a cursed day for me, so it was no surprise.
But on the bright side, I found some old #2 pencils and discovered a couple of the sketchbooks holding up my bed were practically empty so I tore out the used pages so I can feel like I got myself new sketchbooks for my birthday or something.
(December 30, 2017)
(My butterflies are symbolic to me. In this case, they're here to guide some souls. Elvira was put down last night, so it's a fine time to post this I guess.)