Shitcom 431-436 : Meltdown
Damnit, this year has been kicking my ass so far, I can't even recall most of what happened in July. Too much stress, too little sleep, forgetting to eat, and getting walked over 24/7 in general. After everything had settled down a bit I felt like my head was tuned into TV static.
These pages were drawn in JUNE, I was juggling a bunch of different drawings and whatnot over that time, but it still was nagging at me , not being able to crank out a page every once in a while. Things have calmed down, but I still have a strange ghostly imprint from the stress. Fear? Apprehension? Adrenaline? Not burnt out, but a sort of creeping memory of how completely drained a person can become. It'll pass, and things will get better, clearer, tastier, CRACKLIN' PORK SUCCULENCE.
"gotta keep on keepin' on"- René Descartes