My problems are becomming redundant so I think that means its time to fix them.

In other news, its hard to find a place to work that you are interested in.

In other news, I'm becoming interested in things I never really thought I would. Like web design. Its really floating my boat right now. I wish it floated my boat about five months ago when I had absolutely nothing to do all the time other than sit around and mope.

I'm trying to learn a chord a day. I think a chord a week is more probable. I cannot make an F minor for the life of me. At least not on the Tiny Guitar. And the big guitar is missing two strings, one of which is integral to the construction of the F minor. F being my favorite note, minor being the mood I've been in.

Auntie Lee put me in touch with a great lady who's going to give me advice in the long hard road of becomming a real-life illustrator. You know, my dream job.

I've been teaching kids lately. Its been great. I got a few stories already. My job is basically pushing kids down and calling them stupid. Pushing them down hard. On concrete. Then ripping up chunks of concrete and putting it on top of them so they can't get up. And if they did I'd do it all again.

And now, I'm going to break out that whiskey Tim got me and code for a little while. Maybe work on the comic I scripted a month ago.

Gabby came back for no reason. I gave her her watch back. I need a new watch.

Another sleepless night. No matter how much time passes its always for the same reason. Oh well. I got a few good ideas for drawings and photos while I struggled. I think I'll start one tomorrow, but we'll see. It's hard to work in JP. The house is madness. But its getting better.

I'm realizing the Seagull is a wonderful camera and one of the greatest gifts I've ever received. I'm going to use it in staged photos and one day blow them up so they're not trapped as 3x5s.

Here's an illustration I did for the MA Family Law Quarterly. Bogus, yeah? At any rate its nice when people remember you from things you did almost a decade in the past.



Whatever. It's nice that while I mostly do the gross and vulgar now I can still pull out the cute when its called for. It was for an article about parents mooching off their successful kids. Vamparents. I'm happy I didn't have to go through that during my good times as a small, lovely boy.

In the morning I'm going to work on something for Brian's book and finally get it off to him. Its been like two months. One day at a time, dog. One day at a time. I'm grossing myself out at my increasing interest in web design. I never wanted to be that guy.

I found a watch in my car. I think it's Gabby's. I'm wearing it. I need one anyway.

The other night Tyler couldn't sleep so I lulled him to bed with guitar. I think that means I'm getting better.

I rode Mel's minicycle the other day. I want a motorcyle real bad now.

I'm done with deviance. All it took was a fight and a few ugly parties to put it past me.

Time for sketch and hopefully sleep. Good night.

She Had Casey's Eyes

So this is what I've been working on. Much more to come, hopefully enough to propose a show by the end of the summer. If the large hadron collider winds up making a small black hole in Europe, remember I love you.

So I guess one fo the most difficult things for a person who strives more than anything to be more altruistic than anything in his life is to experience someone who refuses help. When from your perspective you observe someone gradually getting sadder and colder as time passes and no matter how honest and true your intentions, they just can't accept them. It kills me. Its why I can't sleep. Like right now.

I'm planning on moving away for June and July and getting back in time for JIll's wedding. I'm scared and excited all at once. We went out eight years ago which is insane all on its own, but this is just one of those critical events that show that you're growing and aging. I need to call some people.

I discovered today that that wierd thing I had in September is called Exploding Head Syndrome and I have it, or at least have experienced it. Twice in one week. Look it up, it was terrifying.

My head is swimming. I think I'm going to do what I've never done and take some valerian.

I have two episodes of Waterbear Evwywhere scripted, and I think I might make them comics before the next step. I think I'm going to try to start and finish a comic this week. Maybe the one with the ghost. We'll see.