On the verge of tragedy

I can't find my sketch pad, the one with some of my favorite drawings. I haven't seen it since the move. Last night I tore through the closet and opened every single box. I excavated the box with all the stuff that was on the same shelf as the sketch book in the old place and it's not there. I'm going to be pretty damned upset if it doesn't turn up.

In the mean time, here's a disturbing little creature for you. Lord knows what prompted this. Note my trademark terrible shading and deformed hands. Poor thing's got a thumb on his left hand where his pinkie should be. Never mind the wrist-mounted digit on the right. Yikes.