It’s really chilly outside, but when I turn the heat on in my apartment, it becomes 1000 degrees in here. CURSES!

Happy Thanksgiving to all of my American peeps! And a good day to all of my non-American ones!

I am thankful for all of YOU. Here’s a photo of me telling you how awesome you are. 

Tonight, we braved the F1 traffic (it really wasn’t too bad) and the cold (that became too bad quickly) and went downtown. We went to a bar with a moustache theme and a see saw on the roof, a gay bar, another gay bar, back to the original gay bar, and a food trailer full of delicious kimchi fries. Much merriment was had.

I’m very sleepy. But very happy.

Do I look as tired as I feel?

(I’m pretty sure the answer is yes) 

Hey look, it’s me reading comics in public for Read Comics in Public Day!

Being unemployed is gross, especially on the weekend when there’s nothing to apply for. I think I’m actually really bad at just relaxing and not worrying about things for a couple of days.

It’s my birthday, and I am downtown. Crazy.

I’ve decided to give myself a vacation this week, as I was heading down the path to anxiety and irrationality, and that’s not useful for anyone. So here’s a picture of me being lazy.

I just came back from my school’s portfolio show. I was the only stage manager, as most of the students exhibiting were designers or technicians, but it was still fun to be surrounded by so much amazing work. I gave a few business cards out and chatted with people, so I guess that’s networking accomplished. 

Here’s my smug-ass face. And my hair, which I have shellacked to my head with an absurd amount of hairspray.

Still alive. Still in this office. Still sleepy.