I get things wrong? Really? Drawing Luke Hockley.
How is that I get things wrong. All the time.
I really hate it and would like if we could just organise things so that I get things right. Every time.
Surely that’s not too much to ask.
I mean I have done the work. I’ve written this letter. Every. Single Day.
Don’t I get at least one magic wish?
Yes, yes…don’t say it, I know – It doesn’t work like that.
WELL I JUST WANT TO SAY AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED THAT IS BLOODY BORING AND I DON’T LIKE IT.
Alternatively, I could just grow up and accept that I get things wrong and it’s not the end of the world.
That’s no fun.
Practical. Pragmatic.
But no fun at all.
Unless it is much more fun not to care so much than it is to be all stressed and anxious about stuff I got wrong.
Actually, it is.
Oh.
Right.
Thanks.
Love
Luke
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Day 926