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I got up an hour ago, at an ungodly time as far as I'm concerned, to help George out the door to an appointment. A friend of his recommended him for a job drawing four comic book pages (two covers and two "splash" pages" for a TV series, so he's off to meet with the producers.
It's -32 degrees Celcius outside. Better him than me.
So now I'm mostly awake (taking the Ritalin an hour before I have to rise is working like a charm), have half a cup of coffee in me, and face the prospect of a day FULL of MM -- not an unpleasant one, but it entails a lot of work. The first order of business is to finish doing line recon on the last page.
Some days this industry kills me, but today I'm glad to be a part of it.
It's -32 degrees Celcius outside. Better him than me.
So now I'm mostly awake (taking the Ritalin an hour before I have to rise is working like a charm), have half a cup of coffee in me, and face the prospect of a day FULL of MM -- not an unpleasant one, but it entails a lot of work. The first order of business is to finish doing line recon on the last page.
Some days this industry kills me, but today I'm glad to be a part of it.
