Work1 went ok. It's work2 that's the problem. For the 6 people who read my comic but aren't among the three people who read my blog, sometimes when i say work I mean my day job at Screw U Inc.
It went ok today. New desk, new duties as a shipping clerk, same offensive rap and black power radio station that was the problem at the previous desk.
Sometimes when I say work it's the letters and memos I'm avoiding writing, escaping instead into blogs and webcomics and emails. I drove here after work1 planning to work2, but was overcome with
with despair in the parking lot. I made good progress on a memo saturday, but hung it up sunday to go watch tv with a nice guy i met online.
So i'm trying to balance the need to write the damn memos with the need to avoid falling into pits of despair, so I'm making comics and feeling better.
I got some nice email from a blogger - we're having an ontological discussion about pink unicorns.
