Tonight's supposed to be comic pages, although after the gym I'll be lucky if I can lift my arms. Also, I still have no hopes of getting an artist for this fucking thing, so it may just constitute a more lenghty and convoluted form of jerking off than I'm used to, but that's never stopped me from doing something before.
The Roommate tells me, draw it yourself. Anyone can learn to draw. Then I beat myself in the face with a hammer.