Anyway here is a tiny little drawing of her. It is, in actually, really tiny in the sketchbook. IN WHICH, by the way, never rush when you buy a sketchbook. I got stuck with the smooth plastICKY pages, and it's too late to turn back. It makes me sad, and yet I am forcing myself to use it because....because I am a shameless sado-masochist. There. Now you know something about me. Too much?