That tired sensation.
No comic to post tonight, that’s two times I’ve missed my schedule for those keeping count. I’m the only one keeping count.
I’ve been working on the first page of Foil’d Revolutionaire since about five in the afternoon, and it’s not done yet. Not like “oh it’s done but he’s a perfectionist so he’ll be touching it up for a while”, more like “Wow, he spent eight hours doing what?”
I used to wish for such an effective way to pass the hours, but this is too effective. Just like in that Goosebumps where the two kids find a magic bag that gives them anything they want, but it always comes out wrong. The chocolate they wished for tasted bitter and they spat it out. Maybe those kids just didn’t know what good dark chocolate tastes like? Yes, I’d liken Foil’d Revolutionaire to a refined dark chocolate.
I promise myself now that this comic will be worth the ruin it will inevitably bring to my life. I hope I hope I hope I hope.