1585 Barely Therely.


That goddamn heart on Mike’s shirt… Every time I do a page I forget it once or completely and have to go back and fix it. I really like giving their shirts personality, but fucking around with every little detail is always a massive pain in the ass. I always start things like that when I’m feeling good, then I hit a low point and it gets harder to maintain all the little shit I’ve started up. In all honesty, in the last couple of days my whole little system has broken down so I’m kind of frayed at the edges.

My hair is so long, and getting a haircut is such a fucking hassle, that I’m right on the edge of shaving that shit off. I don’t know why I bother with hair most of the time anyway. There’s no one for me to impress. I think maybe I just want to see my hair the right color before it all turns snow white prematurely. I’ve had a pretty significant amount of white hair for a while already, but it’s really getting with it now. Even my body hair is giving up on life at this point. I’m glad it’s white hair, like, pure as paper white, because at least it looks clean. You never know for sure what your hair is going to do as you age until it starts and I don’t feel like gray would have looked as good. No that white is so much better, but it doesn’t look so much like soot.

My hair is a lot like my grandfather’s in that it’s thin rather than bald in the front. It always looks like it’s threatening to go all the way, but never pulls the trigger. The longer it gets the more obvious it is. It doesn’t look good on me. Some people look fine like that, but on me it just looks like I’m in the really early stages of a bad sickness and I haven’t lost any weight yet. I’m sort of at a perpetual first day of chemo style. Not a good look.

It looks like it’s going to be nice and cool tonight, so I thing I’ll go out and get a few jugs of water just in case the world decides to heat fuck us all a few more times before it gives up for fall. I hate having to try and gather water when it’s humid, or hot outright, but we’re out. I think I gave the kid all my cash though, so I’ll have to scrounge for coins around the house. I’m sure I have at least a dollar in the truck so I can get, at minimum 5 containers. That will carry us along for a while.

Anyway, I’m still knocking out those new patreon sketches bit by bit. The large influx of new people last month set me back a ways, but I doubt there’s going to be a bunch of new people this month, so it should all settle into a nice equilibrium soon. I hope you all have a nice weekend. In case you’re wondering, the Teen has been very busy with school and her college classes are a big jump in difficulty from the ridiculous nonsense the high school had her doing, so it’s been a bit of a shock. The college is apparently does not stress the importance of arts and crafts quite so much…