Effort

I finished off the drawing for the next comic and started computing it this afternoon. I'm finished computing it now and the novelty has definitely worn off. I'm slow and unskilled and it's boring. It would be less boring perhaps if everything I did didn't somehow diminish the quality of the rest of the image, giving with one hand and taking with the other.

I'm tired and I haven't eaten yet... it's like 9pm and I haven't eaten yet which is a record for me. I nearly eat like five times a day: breakfast, lunch, second lunch, dinner and late night breakfast if I feel like it, which I usually do. But the comic looks better in my opinion. Which means in a sense it was worth it. I don't think I realised how staggered this comic is when Manny and I were writing it. Oh well.

I'm listening to this song, that is so wicked. It's from an episode of Grey's Anatomy, a show I'm currently enjoying. The song is called "Where does the good go?" I have it stuck in my head, and I don't mind at all. The singer(s) have a bizarre voice but it's good bizarre. I like quirky voices.

My sisters boyfriend came over and we talked again, this time I was less of a spastic. It was still awkward mind but we talked for at least five - ten minutes. It's wierd he'll ask me how I'm going so I tell him. Then he'll ask me what I've been up to, so I tell him. And then he asks me what I'm gonna do tonight (work on my comic on a friday night like a loser) so I answer. He just keeps on asking me question it's like the friggin Spanish Inquisition. Nice guy though.