My apologies for being a lazyass about doing comics. My tablet pen seems to have gone missing. The last time I saw it, Shafer had mistaken it for a real pen and was confused as to why it was not working. I was too busy laughing at him to see where it went after that.
Kind of a weird dream last night. I was looking through my blood sketchbook, and I couldn't find the paintings. They were all gone. In their place were old, faded pencil sketches that were so light I could barely make out any human figures. I know at least one was a composite of two real drawings (both old, from a story I no longer work on). I kept turning the pages, and they kept appearing as blank or faded.
WHY IS MY BACK WITH THE HURTING, MOMMY?
It starts sassing me for NO REASON a few days ago, and it has not gone away. Grrrr. In retaliation, I have downed roughly 50-odd Aleve tablets in the past few days in a futile attempt to reduce the pain so I'm not making funny faces every time I move. My liver hates me.