The Mike Says...
Monday the 14th of December 2009
Ugh, that enriched dread still sits at the bottom of my stomach, waiting to strike like a mantis. I have no idea why it's there. It's like it's a storm waiting to happen in a Hitchcock film. The suspense is killing me.

Much against the efforts of my comic making, I've kept up production but I still feel useless. Is this normal? Is the act of production is useless?

Bleh, I wax angsty. Pardon Moi.

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