I don't know what you're going to think about today's comic, but I'm rather proud of it. The art turned out even better than I could have hoped -- I guess I'm finally acclimating to Paint Shop Pro, though I still wish my copy of Corel PhotoPaint could run without crashing these days. As an added bonus, the comic is actually eerily close to the way we actually operate around here.
So, my email address has gone away by now. No, not my Dr.F address, but my primary @home one that all my friends, family, and online stores knew. Of course, I haven't bothered to tell anyone about it. It's kinda pathetic, really. Heh. I suppose I'm just bad about email in general -- it's been 5.5 months and I still haven't replied to Stella's last email. It makes even less sense when you consider I really want to keep in touch with her. I suck.
A friend of mine from Tech is going to be dropping by next Friday on the return part of his Spring Break road trip. Haven't seen him since right after I graduated last May, so it should be interesting. The downside, of course, is that I actually have to clean up this godforsaken apartment... or at the very least stack the scattered boxes out of the way enough that someone other than me can walk through the damn place. If there wasn't a good chance I would be moving come the beginning of June, maybe I would've actually unpacked by now (yeah, right).
That damnable thing called 'sleep' is calling my name, so I shall bid you all adieu. Don't forget to visit our forum -- if nothing else, you're more likely to get a response out of me there than via email.