Ay de mi! Un sandwhich hablando!

After an hour of dressing, a thirty minute commute, nine hours of twiddling my thumbs, thirty minutes of waiting, thirty minutes of commute and three hours to bedtime, I feel so damned rushed that I don't think I'm getting ANYTHING accomplished.

I did finish inking both strips for the Sunday...somehow.

Went to see former managers, saw neither of them.

Magic words I want to hear, even jokingly: "You coming back to work for us?"

Ay de mi! Un sandwhich hablando!

After an hour of dressing, a thirty minute commute, nine hours of twiddling my thumbs, thirty minutes of waiting, thirty minutes of commute and three hours to bedtime, I feel so damned rushed that I don't think I'm getting ANYTHING accomplished.

I did finish inking both strips for the Sunday...somehow.

Went to see former managers, saw neither of them.

Magic words I want to hear, even jokingly: "You coming back to work for us?"