Published: February 12th 2024, 9:43:08 pm
TLDR: Some stuff happened but I'm still hoping to have the comic ready tomorrow
My brothers, I write to you now, near fortnight's dawn in February's chill. I regret to inform you that Ill fortune has fallen upon us. It seemed as if the release of Kaylee 23 was at hand, when a plague struck. "A weird nasal thing" has befallen EmmaGear, sapping her whill and tormenting her with "weird ear popping."
Meanwhile, I have fallen victim to my own hubris. While riding on my velocipede, I was taken by a strange and sudden fancy. I attempted to "Akira slide" around a sharp turn in "sicko mode" at a stone's throw from 15 knots. In a most ungraceful fashion, I was unhorsed from my velocipede, making a rather jarring acquaintance with the earth, slamming onto my very palms. I had long thought before about how ironic such an occurrence would be. If by some cruel fate became acquainted with the agony of shattered wrist bones, rendering myself incapable of work hot on the heels of such a release. Now I find myself nearly taken by such a calamity. Was it my own hubris? Or is some higher power attempting to arrest my aims?
To make it worse, the Superbowl ran long, sucking up even more of my time, even though I really just wanted it to be over by that point. They really should just make it two quarters long, I don't get how anyone can just sit down and watch it for four goddamn hours without losing their minds
I find myself wondering if some celestial hand conspires to thwart my designs. Yet, despite these seemingly malevolent machinations, I persevere, writing these very words with my battered hands held in splints. I shall spurn the very deities and, with a rebel's heart, unveil my illustrated tome on the morrow.