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The Game of Love: What About Mom?

Steely Gaze

on March 9, 2008

Hey, once you meet Henry's mother, I imagine he won't seem quite so paranoid.

You want to hear a story? No? Well sit down anyway, 'cause I'm typing this out.

I am lazy and I enjoy sleeping. My idea of the perfect day would be me, lying in bed, with nothing to do but daydream and occasionally try and write out some of the 3872 stories floating around in my noggin. That's what I like most. So it should come as no surprise that I often put off doing this comic, usually waiting until Sunday to actually finish up what little I may have done over the week. This doesn't normally pose a problem, since I work very well under pressure and have always finished on time.

Well today, Sunday as I type this, was different. I, happily, wasted my entire day goofing off with my family, which I can you was relaxing and fun. Unfortunately, I still hadn't finished this strip when I was done wasting my time with silly things like "fun".

CK told me to finish up tomorrow and post a bit late, and I agreed. But then, as the night began to grow longer, I began to feel guilty. Nothing usually stands in my way of reading a bit before I go to bed, but tonight something did: You guys.

Seriously, I felt so upset that I plopped myself down in my chair, put on some AC/DC and Duran Duran, and told myself I wasn't going to bed until I had completely finished this strip. And so there you have it. Although this would have been even harder to manage without the excellent help of Chameleon Kid, who generously helped me finish coloring the characters on this one.

I'm tired, sick of staring at this screen, probably more than a little incoherent, and I'm not going to manage to read tonight. But I feel a lot better.

I do this comic for my own enjoyment, but it seems some of you actually enjoy reading it, and that means a lot to me. I just wouldn't feel right leaving any of you in a lurch if I didn't have to. Being a little uncomfortable is a small price to pay to know that, once again, I made my deadline. Albeit barely.