Well.

Whatever crawled up my ass and died on Friday stayed there throughout Saturday- consequently completely obliterating any chance of getting a page done. I left work around seven with today's backups transferring to the machines with DVD burners, hit the liquor store, raged around OMFG BAR DISTRICT SATURDAY NIGHT!!! I AM TEH DRUNK LOLZ!!1 to acquire food, slugged a good amount of the vodka, tried and failed to play Oni, and passed out around ten for a three hour power nap. Up one to four, surfing, watching STBD and generally irritated by my complete total hyperawareness- everything I'd needed ten hours previously. :P

Passed out from four to nine, woke up feeling fine- which is rare in and of itself- and had no problems getting around, getting to work on time, starting the place up, etc, etc. Bizarre.

Biochemically and psychologically speaking, I feel a hell of a lot better than I did yesterday... and as a consequence, a relatively simple page flew together in record time.

If you've been writing the margin text of the last few pages off as aesthetic fluff, you might want to go back and read what you can of it- it's about to add up.

Gotta do something about Alias's hair- the way I'm coloring the forelocks is not working. He looks like some kind of beetle-person. :P