Yeah, I kind of asked for that one.

This transpired in front of the house I'll be renting later this summer. I finish watering the plants, I bend over to dust the giant spiders off my legs, I look up and BAM. Extremely uncomfortable moment ensues when I catch one of my soon to be neighbors glaring at me in total silence.

Not sure what I did that offended him so intensely, considering that we've never met before, but he got his point across pretty efficiently. Yeesh.

I've been nursing a headache since Friday night and it's made it almost impossible to focus on anything for any extended period of time.

This is how the world feels right now.

I'm supposed to be resting, but I couldn't resist davario's "Draw Yourself as a Teenager" meme (saw the meme on enerjak's journal. Hers is one of my favorites, check it out!).



Man, that's pretty much exactly how I look these days. OH, THE PLIGHT OF NOT BEING COOL.

EDIT: Maybe not exactly the same. I no longer wear flannel and I'm packing about 25 more pounds than I did when I was a teenager (metabolism, you are a cruel mistress).

You know you've let personal grooming go a little when brushing your hair is interpretted as a makeover ;)

Friday's belated comic:



Friday afternoon I managed to twist my ankle disembarking from the car on my way home from construction. Did that mean a night off from my secret comics project? Ahaha. NO. NO IT DID NOT. It just meant I had to sit in strange positions to get my work done.

It was fine by the time I had to go to work the next day, so I guess my super secret hardcore multitasking technique succeeded?

When I'm not at work, I'm over at the rental house helping dad revamp it. When I'm not at the rental house, I'm working on a secret comic project of impending (like, less than a week) deadline. When I'm not working on either one, I'm... sleeping, because there is not much time left between all that.

I often forget that I have glasses that I never wear - then we have "tear down 100 shelves in the stock room and rehang 12 of them elsewhere" days and I go "oh, right. My eyes really are screwed."

It was a 2 hour flight. I eventually gave up, rolled me hoodie into a ball, and wedged it between the seat and my back so I didn't have to feel him jabbing me for the entirety, but that really did not stop him from trying.