Some nights you benefit from going to sleep around 11pm. I did that last night and still couldn’t get up till 10am-ish. Been playing catch up with these comics since getting back from APE. Also been working for a dude named Jeff who designs parties for super rich people. So like, I’ll be at a country club with dirty pants and long hair, and 50 year old blond women want to bang me in their all white dress code tennis outfits. Alright so that’s my fantasy. They wouldn’t come near my poor ass. And it’s a sick fantasy because they’re ugly and have stretchy faces.
Meanwhile I’m super close to finishing my next installment of GWC, and I have tons of ideas for Forming. I just wish I could get it out faster. I feel like I burn out completely after about 8 hours of drawing. I get to a point where it’s like 7pm and I could totally do more if I wasn’t in the mood to go hang out with strange women. I mean that’s just a natural impulse that I think is impossible to fight off. But really what that means is that I’d rather watch youtube videos. Especially the ones on this blog. And then lie on my bed and stare at my crumbling ceiling – or go get wasted on one beer because I’m a pussy drinker according to two nights ago. I think I didn’t eat or drink water that day or something. Something weird happened. Then I took an Advil and I was spinning in my bed till 4am.
My friend Damon the party man moved to NY so now who the hell am I supposed to call when I get restless at exactly this time of night? I guess it’s time to just call my journal. Tomorrow I’m going to try to run 6.5 miles. I’ve been doing 4.3 according to walkjogrun dot net. Trying to fend off my future as Brian Wilson.