the blag that gets in the way

Why do I feel better when I destroy something I've made?

Finals week. Holiday bullshit coming up. Mingling...

No worthwhile updates. No new comics. No creative words. Completely worn down.

Thought cancer. Inspiration-deficiency virus. Mnemonic plague.

In all essences, a horrible pilot error has occurred and this particular flight is going down.

Signing off for now.