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Friday, June 17, 2005

Failure

Today is my club's monthly meeting. I've been working feverishly on a variant of the Droid Fighter that showed up in SW: EP3. I had it painted yesterday and was working on washes and weathering, when at midnight my brain shut down. I couldn't think anymore, so I washed my brushes and called it a night. With another hour, or so, it would've been done, but I couldn't pull it out. So I dusted off some older work to bring for display. Fiddlesticks!