Night has a silly way of making the most ridiculous things seem utterly wonderful. I don't know why I would love to be out in some mosquito-infested field staring up at the stars, shivering in the September cold. Maybe because it's hot and stuffy in my bedroom and my little brother keeps kicking me. Though, I can't imagine a better time to think about that new box of colored pencils I got for 12 cents at staples...
                                                                                        And so the Pluto Diner was constructed:
I'm sorry, but 1:00 in the morning is too early for us artist's to go to bed right? And who wants those colored pencils and that blank sketchbook to go untouched? Certainly not me. Normally I wouldn't go near anything having to do with color. But again, night does funny things to me.



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