And then I doodle again. And then I deleted. And then I doodled, and then I deleted. I deleted both times. And then I doodled. And I deleted again. This went on for several hours. And then I teased about it to online friends. And then I deleted. And then my tablet was was out of power, and then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out on my tablet. Then I woke up, and then I got my pen. And then I doodled. And then I deleted. I deleted again. I doodled. I doodled something accidentally nsfw, but it wasn’t what I was going for, so I guess I deleted. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was doodling something. I deleted. I threw snowball at my tablet! I deleted. I packed another snowball into my tablet. That’s my secret talent. I deleted. I doodled. I passed out. I woke up with my pen in my mouth. Don’t piss me off, Tumblr! I’ll take a swing of Angst at you! I’ll delete though, I guarantee ya. And I’ll make another doodle, and I’ll delete. And then I’ll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don’t bring it into the doodle room. I reached to my tablet to doodle. I erased the file. I got it back, but I then deleted it again. I dropped my pen on the floor. Long story short - deleted.