Yup.

Okay, not going mad.

Just mental. It is 5:45pm, I just got home from working my ass off at my labour-heavy day job. I have just recieved a phone call that I have to work at 6pm at my night job, because this guy needs to do a 20-minute run to the college to do something.

I have only had one day off in the past month and a half, and that was this sunday that just passed... labour day weekend.

I am starting to fucking go nutty, because the second I heard that phone message I immediately went batshit crazy and screaming 'FUCK' every second word as I showered.

I am now typing this with one hand, shoving jam sandwiches into my maw with my other and somehow putting my pants on at the same time.

I haven't eaten a proper meal in two months. I haven't actually COOKED a decent, real supper.. only fast-cook convenient shit.

I am starting to stress right the fuck out. When I informed my brother that I might have a one-week vacation from my day job, he IMMEDIATELY insisted that I book a 40-hour week at my night job to make up for it.

See, he doesn't realise I am fucking depressed every other week, and that I do not cope with stress well, particularly when I cannot sit down and let it out.

I'm about ready to quit both jobs, disown myself from my family and disapear into the fucking bush for the rest of my life. If the auditors from the bank try ot hunt me down, I'll kill them and eat their fucking livers.

Yes we are, precious!

THERE!

FINALLY!

My internet is restored at home after an age-long hiatus. When I get home after work today, I will post a story I wrote last night as well as two new drawings.

Yessir, we're back in business.

You should still try to kill and eat a conservative though. No one else in the world deserves to get killed and quartered more.

Kill and eat a Conservative Republican today.

Save the world, one liver at a time.