I feel much less blah now. I really think it comes in cycles. Sometimes it is seeing other fabulous illustrator's work that causes me to revel in my own suckiness, sometimes it's because I'm feeling creatively dry and sometimes it's just because. I think this last bit was a combo of all three. I started a sketch yesterday that I'm pretty happy with and the pud and I came into the city today for a fabulous romp around Dupont Circle, a picnic lunch with the best pork sandwich I've ever had (with goodcompany including the hubby) and we're just chilling at the family's house now. There is something about going into DC that always invigorates me.

Speaking of coming into DC, two strange things happened on the trip before this one. One was that a lady got stuck in the metro doors. Note to all traveling on the trains: they are not motion activated. The driver looks out of his window and shuts the door.Do not attempt to hold the door open with your arm and leg as this poor woman did or you will suffer much embaressment and (i'm sure) pain. She finally wrenched herself out of the door before the train moved to far but it was quite scary and strange (very twilight-esque) to see only a leg and arm inside of the train for a few minutes. I'm just glad she was able to wrench her body out of the door and I learned a lesson I shall pass on. No matter what your rush, never treat metro doors like an elevator, you will be squished.

The second thing was a bomb threat. Actually it was a briefcase left on a street corner. This was scary as the cops closed off the street and got into arguments with shop owners as to why they weren't allowed into their establishments. It was sureal and a bit scary, I walked pretty darn quickly past this suitcase and felt a twinge of fear. For a country girl, it's a process getting used to the nation's capital and to add on this underlying and constant threat of terrerism almost makes me want to move back to rural texas. Almost.