For no particular reason at all, a sketchbook drawing. After two weeks of flicking through old drawings and browsing the mess that is my computer folders, my head feels a little bit like a very badly run construction site. Specifically one of those construction sites you walk past everyday for an entire year and yet still have no idea what's actually being built.
Ps. Never call files 'final.jpg', because I guarantee by time you get to the end of the year that is exactly what every single file on your computer will be called. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, except the needle you are looking for bears an annoyingly uncanny resemblance to a piece of hay.