Hibernation

Today I did that thing where I laid my head against the pillow and said to myself, Ah yes, a short refresher. Fifteen minutes, at most-

-but ended up opening my crusty eyes about four hours later.

Those kind of naps pretty much slaughter your plans for the day. Motivation has been culled. Every chore or plan you made slowly recedes to insignificance under the unrelenting, hazy fog that fucks up your brain after The Great Hibernation.

It really bothers me how this huge chunk of your day is permanently lost for good. I could have saved a dog from getting run over from a car. I could have started my own franchise. Published a short story. Bought some stocks. In those four precious, wasted hours, I could have changed history.

Life is full of regrets, and I just added another one to the pile. 

Tumultuous Waters of Feminine Beauty

Ah. Well. I said I'd make an entry on my blog today, but I really, really wasn't in the mood to draw a comic. But today was a good day. I babysat a kid and hung out with Ilona, a real chummy chum of mine, and even put on nail polish for the first time since middle school.

It made me feel surprisingly good. Strong. Powerful. Powerful, yet refined.

But this newfound dignity conflicted with how subtly pissed I was about my inability to coat my nails without slathering the skin surrounding it within a five inch radius. Like, what the fuck buddy I'm trying to be a unfathomably jaw-dropping goddess here. I didn't depict too much of the embarrassment in the image above, but my nails are kind of a hot mess right now. Even while they are totally hot.

Thank goodness I didn't get the red nail polish, otherwise it'd look like I just eviscerated someone and swished my fingertips in the pool of blood bubbling from their navel.

Oh well. Practice makes perfect. And practice I shall.

Practice I shall.

Comic 3: Ungrateful Homework Leeches

Like wow was this kid raised in a barn or

Comic 2: Appreciating Beauty

Comic 1: Acceptance and Doubt