Then suddenly it was Sunday and far too late to seek out a commission.
Part of the problem was that I could not decide if I wanted to just get another plonq done, or if I wanted to get a ponified plonq done, even though I am totally not a brony.
I was leaning toward the latter, which landed me in the lap of another conundrum; for the life of me I couldn't think of an appropriate cutie mark for my ponified plonq.
Well, that's also not true. I had a cutie mark in mind, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to try and saddle some poor artist into doing a visual representation of existential nihilism in a form that would fit comfortably on a flank.
Oh well, maybe next year.