amidst heartache and wall building (to prevent further heartache), i finished page 33 last night.
real life dusty is on the verge of leaving me again. or not. he runs hot & cold. he has this need to rescue some fucking damsel in distress and leaves me twisting in the wind with four kids. kinda like a comic book plot i know of. i keep hoping for a happily ever after with my dusty. he sometimes feels the same way.
and then he runs off with another woman.
to add insult to injury, his latest charity case wears a hello kitty backpack. she’s not six though.
i’m proud of myself for not sinking into a pit of despair and of being able to pull it together enough to work on moses jones. my life is falling apart, but at least i have mojo.
moses jones: apocalyptic mama 
Don’t fall into the pit! I’m there and it sucks! (Although if you fall in too, please bring some potato chips and chocolate for me!) Also love your work as always!
i should really keep a cache of snacks down there due to the frequency of my visits!