This seems to be a strangely productive week, despite the fact that I have gotten no homework done. But I studied for my teachering test. oh and I am reading a depressing comic about Palestine for class

anyway

( No more striped rooms, okay? Why on earth did I do that )

I'm not entirely sure how I finished another page in the midst of a really confusing time in school, but there it is.

( This is the last time we'll see the morgue or Mustachioed Bowler Hat, so wave goodbye. )

I DREWWWWWW PAAAAAAAGE SEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENNNNNN

( Now featuring an octagonal morgue and more funny looking old men than you can shake a stick at! )

I drawed a page six.

( Page six! An egotistical cameo and Chekhov the First has Problems. )

Here are pages one through three,

and here is page four.

( And page five, finished today. ProsArch will now be renamed ProsArch: A Study of Old Man Faces. )

I drew another page! Here are pages one through three.

( And now page four. Ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring, banaaana faaace )

I finished a page three! Here are three pages of comic.

( Did you know Spy and I are doing this thing, and it is drawn? A little bit. Screaming cats, Tesla, and pouting Sir Francis Bacon. )