just finish inking page 31. how hard can it be? you’re already half done with the ink brush process….
ah yes, should be simple, right?
but, you see, dusty has this stalker ex-girlfriend. i have trust issues. and poppy has a stomach virus.
i did not sleep at all the night before last. not a wink. instead, i obsessed about seemingly incriminating love notes from the stalker chick and cleaned up baby puke. by the end of it all, i was puked on 12 times and had burned two pocketfuls of love notes while neurotically smoking cigarettes. i am not a smoker. i wanted to puke. the cigarettes? the deep, intense fear of betrayal? the baby’s stomach virus?
it’s a good thing i don’t actually have a katana.
page 31 remains sitting, not touched once for all my lack of sleep, half-finished on my desk.
but here’s a doodle i did the night before this ordeal began.