I've been trying very hard to get a painting finished just lately. I've spent about ten hours on it over the last several days, four of those in a marathon session last night when I hit a groove.
After all that work, my back and neck are killing me and the painting still looks like ass. In my opinion.
After years of being a poseur, I'm suffering for my art at last.
Wuffy suggested I draw a sketch along those lines, and in my exhaustion (and, to be fair, turkey coma... Apartment Christmas was today) I did this. It's not great but it will do, and sums up my current mental and physical state nicely.