I have this brilliant idea to get a table at the 5th Annual Ark-La-Tex ComiCon so I jump on the wagon and start to sketch away as the mules are going 30 MPH down a dirt road with me clinging on for dear life. I was doing so good until I got sick after my Mother ended up in the E.R. and I was down for three days.
All good now, so instead of sitting here working on my comic and some other random art to throw at people demanding they come to my table I am doing my homework that I didn't get to work on that is due today.
And this leading up to the last week that also starts today and I have to see about my next class(s) tomorrow. So my whole goal for ComiCon......
If I have to sell plasma I will get that table or make some deal with my Dad, which is like selling your soul to the devil. He is already paying to get my car fixed so asking him for helping to get a table would be overdrive. I am getting tired of playing this game with him, I am not going to go into that.