Day: December 23, 2003

If familiarity breeds contempt, but we’re not supposed to talk to strangers…doesn’t that mean we’re pretty much screwed?

PAD

Pretty hectic. Been working to bring Ariel’s fever down and keep it there, plus she’s had a cough that seems to laugh at cough medicines, even prescription ones. Today, though, her energy level is up and she’s not coughing near as much (although her fever jumped back up to 101). Plus I feel the dámņëd virus rooting around in the base of my throat, trying to get a toe-hold. So I’m scarfing Vitamin C, orange juice and other fluids as fast and frequently as I can, hoping to stave it off because I just *so* don’t have time to be sick.

On the plus side, finished several projects including “Fallen Angel #11,” the conclusion to the five part storyline entitled “Down to Earth.” Personally, I was rather pleased with it, which is saying something since I’m my own worst critic. And Dave and Fernando’s pencils and inks are just getting better and better, as you’ll see starting with next issue. They’re definitely in the groove now.

PAD