When one of the high-energy of the artist race is trapped behind an office desk, and all the busy-work is finished, he or she has a couple of options. The first is to happily pop up whenever an office task is available and spend the time in between doodling little bunnies… 

and cutesy cupcake families…..

perhaps an italian greyhound….
The second is to sit tight and rage-scribble angsty sketches so as not to hulk-smash the repressive cage, I mean, desk.

Both are suitable alternatives to utter insanity.

Usually.