School has thusly numbed my skull for the past several days... Darn, it's so familiar but everything's different... Everybody's divided up into their usual cliques and settled back into their old patterns, yet this is eighth grade, our last year of middle school. Darnit, I'm so paranoid about everything. However, I have been doing well in school. I apply myself to the work, and I get it done. In fact, I've gotten a ton of my homework done in school.

Okay, what I said about the comics wasn't true. Until I can muster the willpower to resume comic-making and thus create a safe back-up stock of comics for use during dry spells of creativity, the comics will be defunct.