
(because I’m dooooone! with a little time to spare). Don’t know my date yet or even if this passes muster. /off to sleep for more than four hours at a time.

(because I’m dooooone! with a little time to spare). Don’t know my date yet or even if this passes muster. /off to sleep for more than four hours at a time.
That when I’m done with all the stuff I’m currently doing and able to post it, everyone will be like, is that the shit she spent so much time on? I could’ve done it in a week.
(aka I have drawn the advent art, only to realize it was nearly identical to last year’s *facepalm*. Now I only have a couple of days to make something new. OH WELL.)

Our managers are assholes. One chewed me out today because I did work for them. *facepalm* Stay classy, workplace >:/.
This was a reminder #34132356565 why I still need my meds.
Take care of yourselves, guys <3. Might be flying under the radar for a while (or at least until I get some things done.)
Done with the pencils for The Thing. Oh my. One more something (not Thing-related) to do before the colour!..

The state of my actual pencils: tiny-ish stubs. How did that happen. Again, not all of it was for The Thing, but still.
Anyway. *points a pencil stub at the ceiling like a weapon* Onwards!
omfg so today I saw a man and a woman holding hands in public, i mean i don’t have anything against heterosexuality but don’t flaunt it in front of me, think of the kids omfg
THIS. YES.
Mother: What do you want to do this weekend? Do you want to go to the new mall?
Me: No, just opened, no money, waste of time. Anyway, I have a lot to draw.
Mother: What is it you’re doing anyway?
Me: *trying to explain Shousetsu Bang Bang with very little words, a lot of vague hand waving and never mentioning the words “gay erotica”* It’s like a literary journal, only on the internet.
Mother: Is it paid?
Me: No.
Mother: So…
Me: Mom, look. I’m drawing things because I like it. People write stories because they want to. It’s an original fiction zine, okay?
Mother: …where can I read it?
Me: All the text is English, mom.
Mother: *in a somewhat entitled tone* So when are you going to show me the pretty pictures?!..
Me: WHEN THEY ARE DONE, OKAY?*
(*meaning: “never”; “god why did I say anything”.)
Really, the reply here should be, “I’m not obliged to show you the things I do if I don’t want to; especially since I know you won’t like the theme and will give me a stink about it for at least a week”, or, in layman’s terms, “JEEZ MOM, IT’S GAY FREAKING PORN, SO LAY OFF, ‘K?”
Keeping my fingers crossed I will not get laid off. Because if they start, guess who’s going to be first on the list?
Trying v. v. hard not to psyche myself up about it in advance. But seriously >:(.