For once I’m thankful that I’m child-size. Didn’t think I’d get her in there.

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Morning doods.

I drew a fast little diagram of how I slept last night. I lost the pillows to the chocolate lab, but managed to keep some of the duvet for myself. Jerks.

I’m going to be so exhausted by the time I finish farm and dog-sitting this week. 

More goofin’ around with diary comics.

Get back to work, jerk.

Diary comics…

ANOTHER WINDOW OF SUN, LAST ONE THERE’S A ROTTEN EGG.

Sloppy no pencils, diary comics and way too much coffee.

No pencils, workin’ it out.

Currently procrastinating. LATER! EVERYTHING WILL HAPPEN LATER.

Or some such bull.

Remember when I used to practice drawing my dog taking a big ol’ dumperoo? Yea, 2012 was a good year.

Someone is dying for attention today.

Cal (owner) at Strange Adventures always sends Matt home with the old treasures for me that the young guns aren’t picking up these days. I can dig it! (The placemat sketch collection is out of this WORLD.)

I caught a kitten! And I didn’t even use a sun-dart.