Well, what is this? A drawing from your old pal Cammy? Yeah, turns out Warring with my Mental Health doesn't stop me from drawing a fucking picture, because I don't suck dick on the weekends, so instead I lined this sketch of Bunny and afan from last year and shaded and colored it all sunny, because happy Easter, you fucks! Good times.

Completely unrelated story: sometimes it takes a dragon spitting in your mouth (while fruitily whispering into your snoot how much you like it) for you to realize how precious life is. I had this really hot Carolina Reaper jerky from Mythical Meats, the jerky we sell at the beer store I work at, on Friday, and my stupid ass, told plenty of how this jerky was A Little Excessive, kept popping piece after piece of just the 2oz bag of it, waiting for the truly mythical heat to kick in until I finished the whole bag. In the mouth? A little nose running, need a drink. In the stomach? I was still doubled over at 2AM, and you bet I hibernated for 12 hours and had to go super Saiyan the next day.

Don't fuck with the Carolina Reaper. That shit will sue you in Australian court for $300,000, and it will win.

Anyway! It was good jerky, and people IRL speculated it was the cause of my absurd energy on Saturday. In reality, I think I'm just tired of being down bad, and I think I'm ready to start embracing how I work and the good things I have to offer the world. It's just the fact of the matter—I work fast, I do everything, I'm here to get my ideas out and not to be gifted in any one medium. I want to celebrate that more. This is the first time in history I've really been able to appreciate my specific, well-rounded gifts, and somehow it's all flown under my radar until now because I'm a sperg who has perpetual tunnel vision.

I visited some comic shops on Monday with Logan, who came down for a visit. Got myself some PS1, PS2, and Wii games, plus an unplayably battered vinyl copy of The Doors' self-titled and a much better condition copy of Cream's Disraeli Gears. Both are very good, the former I thankfully only spent $4 for the privilege for, and the latter $10. I liked 'em both quite a bit. I'll have to replace the Doors one sometime soon. Keep an eye on the album reviews for more random record store pickups I've been listening through at random soon.