My plan to be Doctor Horrible for Halloween was disrupted when I couldn’t find the appropriate lab coat and goggles anywhere. Luckily, I had a much more disturbing Plan B.

When I finish a big acting or writing project, I have this massive crash, like the world’s worst hangover combined with a profound sense of emptiness and loss. I understand that this is really common for creative people, but understanding that doesn’t make it any easier for me to accept it. I AM SUPERMAN, GODDAMMIT! I CAN DO ANYTHING!

Um, except that I can’t.

I’ve felt this ickyness for the last couple of days, and though I know it will eventually pass (it always does), it’s incredibly difficult for me to give myself permission to take a fuck off day or two, when I already feel like what I do isn’t real work anyway, and people I know are getting laid off left and right.

Anyway, in an effort to balance out teh emo, please enjoy this picture I drew while I was on the phone with Andrew yesterday:

“Unlike the boring experience of taking notes in a text editor on the computer, using an actual pen and actual paper presented the opportunity to draw an actual unicorn, with a star for an eye, a wheel instead of back legs, riding on the leading edge of a rainbow.

AWESOME.

It’s blurry, because it’s just a stupid crappy camphone shot, but I think that’s part of its charm.”

I thought it was riding the front edge of a rainbow, but a consensus is emerging that it’s actually farting a rainbow. I can accept either one of these interpretations. The important thing is, I have a unicorn with a star for an eye and wheels for legs.

ETA: See, this is why I love the Internets. Reader B says “I loved your unicorn phone doodle and was moved to draw this…”