Thursday, July 12th, 2007.
2:44 a.m.
Jacked up on coffee, chain smoking. I've been sitting here drawing (or, for the sake of precision, so that the historians don't misconstrue the moment; digital inking), for hours.
The knuckles of my right hand are sore from gripping the stylus, non-stop, for the past 2 1/2 hours (christ, Kelly, how do you like that for unintended metaphor?). I don't want to stop, but I have to, for a bit.
I fly to San Diego on Wednesday the 25th, and I still have a hell of a lot of work to do.
I haven't slept for shit in weeks. I've been pulling at least one 24 hour shift per week for the past month-and-a-half. It only gets worse from here.
The exhaustion hallucinations have begun happening more-or-less constantly.
Perfect time, I think, to go to the optometrist for new glasses... or maybe some contacts.
This is the long way of saying that I'm sorry for all of the unreturned calls, emails, comments, MySpace messages, etc... but, you see, I've been a good bit crazier than usual.
More soon.
Stay evil, kids.
