Kind of picking up where I left off with the last post. I don’t have any big plans for New Year’s Eve. When you spent the last three working Midnight to Eight in the morning, Going to bed at 9:30 feels pretty damn celebratory. Lame, I know. I’m okay with that. After two and a half years working those hours due to getting caught up in other people’s needy bullshit, I’m fine with being lame.
Going to work on the pages for Wednesday and Friday, so that will be exciting. Working on comics while eating Oreos tonight. Martian Manhunter would be proud.
Promises will be kept. Kind of dragging on getting any kind of social or dating life going, but comics and acclimation to my new situation took priority. Still, I am feeling that time is coming. There was a woman at the gym who I thought was checking me out a bit today, but didn’t talk to her because I kind of got weird out by this creepy old guy at was kind of lurking around me the whole time. Kind of cut the workout short as a result. Then as I was changing he came into the locker room and got into his speedo for a swim. Very uncomfortable workout today. Well, tomorrow is the New Year’s Rush. See what that turns up. I would like to change gyms sometimes, but it very convenient to have it right across the street like that.