Bittersweet start

If there are typos in this post: blame my dad.  A week ago from this past Friday, I cut my finger trying to separate two pieces of pipe for my dad.  The cut bled and bled, and I probably should've gotten a stitch...oh well.  The doctor gave me a shot of antibiotic, a prescription for ten days of the antibiotic in pill form, and a tetnus shot.  The days have been spent smothering Neosporin on my finger and soaking it in salt water.

Today, I learned that I'm allergic to the antibiotic.  Thank goodness my finger is almost healed up.  Keeping band aids on it still, so there might be typos...and also why I didn't post last week.



Anyways, you are probably here to look at my drawing of the week.  Since I have only nine fingers to work with the past week or so, I haven't drawn anything new, so you get this one.
It's again from that wonderful show Red vs. Blue.
Sometime in the first three seasons, Donut gets stuck under the Warthog (or Puma, or Chupathingy, whatever your preference), and ta-da, drawing.

That should be it.

Live long and prosper.