Okay, I’ve hit one of those moments where I’m just fed up entirely and want to twist off. I had the comic FIVE MINUTES FROM BEING DONE, and goddamn Illustrator crashes on me. It’s written. It’s all ready to go. It’s sitting there on the screen, staring me in the face. And it’s lost.
I need to get to bed. We’ve gotta take the cat back in to the vet tomorrow, and if I can manage it, I’ma get this damn comic done and posted. But right now, I can’t even see straight. ARGH.
Sorry to emo-dump on you all. I just need to put SOMETHING out there into the cloud or I’ll just keep it all pent up inside all night. Blerg.