Probably I have better things to be doing with my time

But instead I'm wandering through a box of my old drawings and schoolwork. I have just come across a little handmade book entitled, Things I Do (  . . . )

The transcript doesn't really do it justice, though. There's a definite charm to the large, awkward letters that so disregard distinctions between lowercase and capitols, and wobbly spacing (especially at the beginning before I started drawing lines) that just doesn't come across when typing.