lotr breakfast update

So I'm sitting there with my milk and all and I'm working on this picture of Gollum. It's not working. What little solid construction there was has disappeared in a morass of red and violet fill light. He's gone all flat. I have no idea how to fix him. I need...something to look at. A model. Something to show me how to put all the terrible stress and age in the poor thing's face, to show me how eyes bag, how ears get old. What to do? Oh, what to do?

"Why are you staring at me?" says Mom.

"I'm not!"

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According to the Which Sanrio Character Are You? quiz, I am:

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Arrr, Jim lad. Left at lunch, took the Unit out to the Medi-Mega-Plex for another whatever the hell they do to her out there. After she threatened to cut Dr Dipshit a new one, he explained that her recent episodes of uncontrollable coughing are in fact side effects of the medication he's got her on for...hell, I don't know. Scurvy. Scabies. I didn't hear screams from my chair in the waiting room, and she had no blood on her clothing when she came out, so she's either very discrete or let the stupid wad live.

Then took her out to the Hellmall to exchange a Christmas gift. While she negotiated the plaid palace that is Talbots I ducked into the B&N next door. After-Christmas clearance. From Hell graphic novel, $4.98. Hate me.