THEW40

3:02pm: I'm a mess
Chalk it up to limted amount of sleep, but I really miss Tricia right now. This is killing me. I hate not being able to talk to her. At least when she was down south, there was the phone and IM and e-mail. But now . . . ugh . . . what the fuck is the matter with me? It's only been a week.

She was able to send me a pair of notes through DA and I was hoping that would continue. But I guess not. That's depressing. I send her like, 5, and she's only read one.

I don't even feel like doing anything. And while yesterday, I tossed myself into my writing, today . . . today was sit around, holding the phone in the hope that Tricia was going to call day (that's because my phone if off).

Yeah, money . . . that's another thing. Please. No one ask me to do anything with that involves money for the next week or so. I'm behind on some of my payments and I'm trying to catch up. How serious am I about this? Let's just say that there is a massive stack of comics waiting for me at LoC.

Fuck.

I miss you, baby. I'm a fucking mess.

~W~

PS - No, I'm not drunk.