(Now onto the RANT.)
The page is now up and complete! OMG. *freaks out a little bit* So, this morning, I get up, call that place on that job and leave a message, eat, go downstairs to work...sit down...AND MY DAD WALKS IN.
"I've decided the iguana needs to be out of the bathroom for my parents' visit."
Well, jeez, pops, thanks for, I dunno, giving me forewarning so I don't have to spend half the day rearranging the basement for an ARBOREAL creature because the DAY BEFORE the grandparents visit he decides this. Disregarding the humor that yes, the iguana lives in the jacuzzi (empty) of a giant bathroom, in a tree no less, WITH A PILLOW, and is a very spoiled, very happy, lizard, you can't just move that kind of creature at a moment's notice! AHH! AHHHHH!
AND FURTHERMORE, I crushed my toe beneath a heavy piece of workout equipment that I was moving to make room for the iguana in the basement. I think I'm going to lose the nail. D:
(original rant starts here, ironically, the perfect continuation.) So, this page was cursed even before I started it. Here is the list of things as they went wrong.
I did something wonky to my back in a Judo throw in Karate last week. 2 achy but okay days. Three days later, stiff, painful, unable to sleep. Lasts for 5 days, VERY LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE sleep.
Wednesday night, I get to bed at 4:30 am (working on Not Alone.) You know what time I wake up, WRITHING in pain? 6:30am. Me sleeping NOT like a rock is a signal of the end times. Take 6 advil, get back in bed, sleep until 1, wake up totally nauseous and unable to keep food down despite being absurdly hungry.
So, 5 days without much sleep, now, also not eating. THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF ME. I like leftover pizza and beef stew and Indian take out in the morning! ACK! So, call the chiropractor first thing on Friday. OMG, love chiropractors, especially ones who totally relieve pain in under 15 minutes. So I come home, excited, to sketch Monday's comic!
I didn't mention before this the lack of sleep and food had left me unable to draw anything that didn't belong on toilet paper getting ready to wipe a butt. I'm not in pain anymore, but STILL can't draw for shit! ARRRGG
So by this time, I totally hate the page sketch, but I'm willing to go forward with it because of the deadline. I get my first good night's sleep on Friday night, wake up Saturday, take husky-mutt to agility, come back, and start inking. Spend a couple hours inking ONLY to find out that I'm a total moron, and I did it all at 100 dpi! So, I spaz, and decide to switch gears and film the video blog instead.
After 6 outtakes of horribleness, rambling, stuttering and incoherent bumbling, I finally get it recorded only to find out the file is too large and won't transfer to the computer! Also, the batter runs out.
So now I have to re-record the videoblog and make it shorter, I got totally set back on making today's page, I hate today's page, and I'm STILL dead tired. I AM GOING TO BED LEAVE NICE COMMENTS AND I'LL TRY TO FINISH THIS EARLY.