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Wednesday: [w] Llewellyn Ash knows you are capable of wonderful things.
Look. I got nothing. I totally suck tonight. I cannot come up with a God damned thing.
(But, you know, at least I'm not being all Piro about it.)
Here's the thing. That Alberto thing is absolutely perfect, but I'm not the person to write that particular piece because I'm already writing about fucking Bob. But he can't write about Alberto because he is being attacked by his own cat.
There's a fundamental injustice in the world.
The worst part is, I have about 75% of another strip in the queue, but it's turning into the fucking infinite canvas. I expect to drill through the earth and have it arrive in Australia somewhere around the turn of next week.
So, what do we do now, Boss?
Posted by Wednesday Burns-White at March 28, 2005 7:54 PM
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