"If you don't master it, it WILL master you!" (Effin' Moebius)

Okay, apparently I'm supposed to be leaving for NY AGAIN next week.

By myself. BWAGH! I've never been on a plane by myself before, and I'm sure being surrounded by unfamilar people is going to make me pass out, not to mention the crap at the security checkpoint.

I'm definitively going to need some pepsi for this, but they won't allow me to take it on board. I'm going to have to buy it at the airport. *shudders*

I know I'm going to survive, but I also know I'm going to be shaking like a deer facing down a rocket launcher the entire time. Until I pass out on the plane, that is.

Not only that, but our accounts are in the extreme negative, so I've been banned from touching the pepsi. Meaning severe withdrawal effects. Like a splitting headache. Ugh.

Since the parasites left, I've been hanging around the old guest bedroom, leaving my little sis our old room. But my stuff is still in there. Now imagine 1000 monkeys tearing through there. Yeah. And I have to find my wallet in all of that crap, along with several suitable outfits that will allow me to survive the horrible New York weather. At any given time, that place can be compared to some kind of heavy duty kitchen appliance. Right now? Industrial Kiln. Wait, did I say 'kitchen'?

Not only that, but it's only a matter of time before the Twazi's and Twitards find our guild on gaia. They've already started swarming Hellsing, Underworld, and Dracula, so it's only a matter of time before they find us. I'm hoping they don't strike while I'm gone.

On top of all that, I've only got two more months to work on those T-shirts for the bazzar. Which I haven't even started yet. Most of the paints I've been given don't work, or have been either clogged or dried out, so I'll have to mix my own colors. If I had a paint program and a tablet, I'd be doing the iron-on thing, but I don't. It's the brushes for me, then...

In the middle of a withdrawal fit, I started making another series of comics. In old fasioned 'Vickii' style, I've dropped my previous comic alltogether. I have that third page scanned already, so I'll be putting that up at the least. Consider it 'on hold until further notice'.

Damn. 'withdrawal'. I feel like an effing addict of some kind.