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I dunno. Don’t even remember doing this.
Gotta get into a routine of doing this… & that. Trouble being, this one (trying to not use the first-person pronoun, which is kind of hard to do in a blog, which is kind of about me by definition. I hate that; all of social media is “Lookit Me! Lookit Me! Lookit Me!”, it’s so assholeish, & that’s what people like, seeing what an asshole somebody else is, I guess so they can then feel superior) hates routine, doesn’t want to be a drone, conditionally responding to the proper stimuli in order to be properly, productively productive, i.e. a good little cog in the capitalist machinery, doing something that makes money so that one can pay somebody for the privilege of continuing to exist on this piece of real estate. So I (shit) try to do all the proper stuff to be aligned, energized, motivated & shit, as in: get plenty of sleep, do some stretches, do some kind of aerobic workout; walk or ride a bike for an hour or so, meditate…

Commissions, gotta do these commissions.
I gotta do this comic, I don’t have time for that shit.
You’re not doing the comic, are you?
Well, no, but I’m workin on it.
Well, do these while yer not doing that. & then do that. Get pumped up, swing some kettleballs, then be productive! Seize the day, be productive! Meditate, center yourself, be productive! Be extroverted, & productive! If you don’t do these drawings these geeky guys, I mean discerning collectors, want you to do, your family will go hungry, you’ll have to get a job as a greeter at WalMart. Live in a cardboard box. This beats digging ditches, they’re literally throwing money at you, what’re you whining about?
I need to do this comic, change the World an shit. Have new stuff so I can go to Europe & everywhere.
Do both; other guys &/or gals do it all the time.
No they don’t. Maybe some do, not many.
Be more productive! There’s all these millennials out there gonna tell you just how to do that. They’re smarter than you are. & more productive.
OK, I’ll try.
“There is no try, only…”
Oh, shut up!

No church. No family. No eggs. No bunnies. No candy. No resurrection.
60 Minutes did a story on Easter Island; no Christianity, no Pope, no inspirational superstition. Good on them.
