I’ve been complaining constantly about getting off work at six to anyone who’ll listen (actually at this point everyone’s numb to my complaints and no longer hear them), so everything following this sentence is old news. When I get off at six I have maybe 4 hours before it’s time for bed EXCEPT on nights like tonight where I decide to sacrifice getting 7.5-8 hours in order to work on comics. There simply aren’t enough hours in the day to earn a living, maintain a household, pursue creative endeavors, and be healthy.

So anyway I ate like 3 different kinds of ice cream today and feel like a horrible person and now I have, like, maybe 6 hours before I need to get ready for work? WOO! NEVER-ENDING CYCLE, YA’LL!