Fuck Santa

The holidays are finally over. Thank fuck.

Every year this productivity vacuum swoops in and sucks away the entire month of December. It leaves me bloated, behind and irritable.

All of those things happened again this year but Jessie and I managed to cap things off with a really fun night in Vegas. I hate gambling so we spent our time wandering the strip and watched a pretty awesome Sequins and Feathers Showgirls show at Bally's. I'm not sure if boobs, sequins and feathers completely make up for a month of slothful boredom, but it made for a great night.

Anyhoo...

Back home now and writing The Answer in earnest. This book has a MUCH different tempo from anything I've ever done. So far I'm digging the shift.

No new art to speak of (Patric turned some in but I can't exactly preview EVERY page) so I'll leave you with the aforementioned Showgirls: