So...

Need to take the Zines to the comic shop. Waiting on the printers for my brochure, which is a different kettle of chops. Need a sleep. My eyes are dry. Want to make some cubes. Starting to think about painting, but not so much because painting in my garage is like an invitation to pile town, population me. I'd like to paint maybe if it was a more conducive environment and wasn't like a method of self abuse.




- Posted from the roving mike of destiny.