It's Monday, February 19th, 2:30 a.m.
On March 2nd (that's less than two weeks, for the mathematically declined) WonderCon begins.
WonderCon is the big Comic Convention in San Francisco (there is also APE- the Alternative Press Expo), and my chipper ass is going to be there, sitting behind a table, selling my wares.
Here's the trick; the wares aren't finished.
I have less than two weeks to get an ashcan together, in colour, along with preparing my portfolios for people to root through, and purchase from.
The bad in this is pretty obvious; I'm fucking tired. The good in this is that the work for the ashcan is looking really good.
The absurd in this is that writing this entry is my break from inking.
The totally irrelevant in this is that I had the most fucking amazing sushi tonight, at a place called The Drunken Fish. If you're ever in Oakland, hit it up, and order the Caterpillar roll... holy god... so good.
