Blame the boyfriend.

 Hmm. How can I distract Lauren with my attractiveness and willingness to love her?

I haven't written here for a while. I told Jason that I was going to blog and blame the lack of entries entirely on him.  Because it would be fun and easy for me to blame the new boyfriend instead of a complete lack of creative energy.  Instead of blaming him, though, I'm gonna blame the real culprit.

Republicans.

I kid, of course. There's no problem here except for time management issues and a bevy of things to distract me. Marvel Avengers Alliance.  The firing and relocation of several co-workers.  Being sick for a week.  Being in a new relationship.  Stand up.  Singing. Writing other things.  Shiny objects. All seasons of Eureka on Netflix. Sloth videos.  Burning Love. Bleu cheese or blue cheese? I don't know.  But it's definitely a distraction.

I feel like I'm being pulled in too many directions. A visit to my doctor yesterday revealed that I have gained 4 pounds since my last visit on the 17th of May.  Penciled in workouts ASAP.  Work is insanely slow one moment, and then the next is busy and overwhelming with a lack of support that is astounding and frustrating.  It's often an indication that you should pursue different avenues when your staff of 30 is down to a staff of 10.

PMS is back up and running. YAY! The new artist is working hard, and I can't begin to express how amazingly awesome she is and how excited I am for the future of this weird little comic.  Already have a T-shirt on the way for Comic-Con, so my professional badge will not be squandered! On that note: My older brother, Dan, and I will be attending the Con this year.  It was a very last minute decision, and thankfully, everything fell into place.  We got a less expensive hotel about 5 miles from the Convention Center, so we'll be in for some shuttle shenanigans and a lot of nerding out.  He taught me everything I know about nerd-dom, so it will be amazing to get to experience San Diego with him, with a Professional badge around my neck and a Professional Guest badge around his. I told him that we should re-enact the road trip from Paul on the way home, but alas, we don't have enough vacation time accrued to do that right now.  Some day.

Needless to say, things get busy and sometimes a blog falls by the wayside.  Some people might comment that now that I'm in a lovey dovey, barfy relationship, maybe it's time to retire the Guarded Area.  Love should make the area less guarded, right?

To those people I say: I guess you don't know me that well at all. 

Until next time when I attempt to do a fiction Friday on my birthday after a late night opening for Adrian Mesa in Boca Raton. So. Drunken Fiction Friday.  YAY!