Well, I survived the work week almost single handedly. Stressed out. Worn out. And generally freaking tired I came home after scheduling new prints for a publisher/retailer and dropping off page inserts for a misprinted book and picking up a check for color work. With very little time to look around this week I just picked up what was in my pull-box: Conan and Silencers (plus this month's Previews of course).
I thought I had almost conditioned myself to the point where I could not go to sleep before 1am. Almost. While I did turn the computer on it only served as a light for page turning the Previews catalog. And then it happened. Somewhere after Dark Horse I started nodding off. I'd shake it off. A quick jiggle of the noggin and I tried going at it again. I think I got through DC and most of Image before my chin hit my chest again. That was enough. I went to bed at 10:30. 10:30!? I guess I'm getting old. That or I need to stop eating so many Pop-tarts and Oreos for Lunch.
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