I should be folding laundry right now, but I'm not. Instead I am over here.
The irony of this is that for a normal person, they could do this and their blood pressure would drop as they created interesting and beautiful works of art.
Instead, I am frustrated because I can never figure out what color will come next, and why when I want the line to be thick, it is thin. And vice versa.
Also, my self esteem has taken a huge blow in that my three year old makes the most wonderful and fascinating things with this, but mine just look like disgusting multi-hued hairballs.