*pauses, realizing that, if she does so, the South Florida branch of les pathetiques will go buy up the comic just to delay her gratification*
*realizes on the ride home that that means that they would be putting money in her pocket*
*giggles with the knowledge of their certain frustration*
*knows why those now-suspended sock-puppet accounts picked yesterday, the eve of today, to go all nutjobby*
Life is good.
And my dad, who is probably standing right this minute in a comic shop in Miami, told me that he's really proud of me. And that's gold, man. That is gold.
And he told me that I should be in my basement typing all day so I can make a living writing. *laugh* Which I can't do today, because my house is a freaking sty. So. Kamikaze cleaning run, kid pickup, 2HC column for Monkey, more cleaning, maybe more writing later today. *firm nod*