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I am exhausted, and numb from so damned much Hardy Boys lately. The editor also sent me an email today saying that the last pages of the issue, plus the line art for the six-page preview of the next issue, should be on the FTP site tonight. Hoo-fucking-ray -- seventeen pages plus six left to paint, for a total of twenty-three, and they'll want is ASAFP. The hole the G4's malfunctions chewed in my schedule is really starting to bite.
Also, I must lay two more pages of complex flats for Chris Chuckry on the Doug Wheatley Star Wars: Republic project. Sleep? What the hell is that?
So tired and heavy, but I must get out and walk today. At least eight blocks. I haven't walked in the last three days, and my blood sugar levels are reflecting the lack of activity.
Also, I must lay two more pages of complex flats for Chris Chuckry on the Doug Wheatley Star Wars: Republic project. Sleep? What the hell is that?
So tired and heavy, but I must get out and walk today. At least eight blocks. I haven't walked in the last three days, and my blood sugar levels are reflecting the lack of activity.
