Comics take longer in the heat. Sketching is easy, with this kind of weather I seem to be better off with a pencil and paper. There's less burning on my thighs, because I'm too damn proud to use a table. The Rampant Myriapod is a shorter story, so we might not pass twenty comics this time. All the scripts are there, now. It's just a matter of executing on the plan. I'm already thinking of the next story, which doesn't help things.

Oh, but if you want you can blame Jacen for getting me into Galactic Civilisations. You go in to play a few turns, get up for a piss and find that the sun is coming up. I've never really cared about mining stations before.

UPDATE: A few machine-related issues here, now, too. Ugh...