For the record, I did not actually bite anybody. It just – it had been a long week. I was so tired, and so crabby, and was trying really hard to provide good customer service without ripping someone’s head off. But I had run straight into a mental wall and was trying to scrape myself… Continue reading A Biting Mood
Tag: sleepy times
Drawtober – Midnight Delivery (1/3)
Now who could it be, knocking on Sedgwick’s door this late at night? And what could he possibly be expecting? And why did I decide to draw background stuff? All excellent questions.
My Brain Hates Me
C’mon, brain. We’re supposed to be on the same side. The side of making sure that I remain functioning and not sinking into a pit of anxious despair. So let’s NOT look things up that will trigger me and instead do something else. Please.
Doodcember, Day 24 – Late (with Cameo from Day 23 – Robot)
Pip could use some elves. And some sleep.
Doodcember, Days 17 and 18 – Cocoa and Warm
So warm and toasty.
Surgery After Care
First of all – I’m fine. It was just minor surgery to correct an issue that I’ve been dealing with since last year. And I’m feeling much better. Or at least I’m getting there. It was a series of firsts for me, though. First time having to put on a hospital gown. First time getting… Continue reading Surgery After Care
Doodcember, Days 23 and 24 – Card and Sleep
“Hey Drew, isn’t it a bit late to be doing prompts from two days ago?” Maybe? I dunno. I had a idea for this Christmas Eve comic that I really liked, and I didn’t get around to doing it before Christmas. So I’m doing it now. Because I can.
4 AM
Yes, this comic was based on an idea I had when I woke up at 4 in the morning. No, I didn’t write it down. Just hoped that I would remember it by the time I got out of bed. Like I always do.
Sheets
The perils of being a night sweater in the warmer months. Everything begins to…smell. …might be a bit TMI, but whatever. Write what you know, right? Also, holy crap, I posted. It’s been a hot minute and then some. I blame global warming.
Daylight Savings’ End
Hopefully I’ll get used to this time change soon, because right now, I’m dying. It’s just thrown me off so badly this year, and I don’t know why. So tired. Just so, so tired. Is this part of getting older? Because if it is, I don’t want it.