I started this comic last night, thinking I could put my computer to sleep and just have to finish coloring it in the morning. Bad luck for me, the computer closed out of the program and I had to start all over. Oh, how I wish I’d just stayed up an extra hour and just got it done. I felt a bit like Sisyphus, watching my boulder roll back down the hill. “I could just NOT do it again,” I thought to myself, “But,” looking around, “it’s not like there’s anything ELSE to do.”

And also I’m cursed to do it for all time, there’s that, too. Tartarus looks a lot like Alaska.