i CAUGHT A FLY IN MY BUG CAGE. this is TRUE.
also, the first comic in my newest sketchbook. this is always a stressful time for me, but i am sure this is a good omen for this little book.
i came home drunk, had a lot of remorse about my treatment of cats, took off most of my clothes, knocked over all my utensils, and then sat in front of the refrigerator eating leftover risotto. normal people maybe wouldn't let this image escape the quiet secrecy of their empty house, but it is my duty to commit these things to paper. do you see this, future self? this is how you act.
my grandparents are moving out of their house they've lived in for 52 years, and i am helping. this requires examining my grandfather's collection of everything ever in the world at great length. for the record, i was happily gifted this bug cage. if you have an errant bug who needs caging, i'm your girl.