Turns out that I'm getting a ton of clicks in this place. Hi. I have a ton of things I'm working on, I'm in a near constant state of rage, and I give big squeezy hugs.

Bought new sketchbooks, and mind is a-whirl with ideas and shit. Why can't I be independently wealthy?

The waiting is the hard part.

There's a special hell for people who look at a disaster and go "fuck em!" And that goes for the "liberals" laughing when Southern red states get hit by environmental disasters; fuck you too.

Just found out that Dixie Kitchen still exists! Albeit in Lansing, IL, which is FARRRRRR.

IN the morning, you're making plans to visit, by the evening, you're signing DNR orders. Life be lifing, and QUICKLY.

The urge to lay waste to cats in comments boxes is great, but I must resist.

A lot needs to happen to knock me off my creative square, but that lot has happened. Between the election and the holiday, I'm just now really back to making things again.

Day after New Year's, and who is in the office? Me. How many other people are coming in, though?