Delerium Tremens

My hands are shaking uncontrollably right now. Spent all last night at Gone Wired Cafe, hashing out the upcoming comic book project with Jay (Dinosaurs!), and then all of this morning finishing up my final project for my Design and Communications class. So no sleep last night. Usually I do pretty well with it - a little loopy, but none the worse for wear (the trick is to say to yourself, "Oh, you just went to bed at 1 am, so that's why you're tuckered out this morning...you did get some sleep." Not especially convincing, but to a sleep-deprived mind it's better than nothing). The problem here is that I have to drive from Howell to Lansing - an hour's drive, on a good morning; ergo, the necessity of a bite of the bitter bean, otherwise I'd spend my morning wrapped lovingly around an unyielding object, like a tree or a concrete median barrier, due to a mid-commute snooze. The problem with one cup of coffee is that it necessitates another to get over the subsequent caffeine crash, and then another, and then another...

Ah, le cycles vicious, or however the hell you say it in French.

So much for sophistication. At any rate, my final project was a success, and - more importantly in my mind - installment 1 of Redtooth (that's the unofficial official title for the comic right now) has been verbalized, and is awaiting the concept treatment. Oh Lord was it an epic struggle...you should have seen me, fighting bravely (read: petulantly) over every last detail of the concept. Jay and Kurt even had to call a half-time for a cigarette break. I suppose that would have happened anyway, but we'll conveniently disregard that fact. The fact is, I held on to the bitter end. And at the bitter end, of course, I collapsed in a broken, weeping heap and agreed to all the changes they suggested.

I jest. It was truly a team effort. I think it's going to turn out fantastic. And you know what? I don't have to worry about dialogue. Jay's going to handle it all. I just have to do the pictures. And that's okay in my book, let me tell you...

Rick out.

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