I wake up at 5 am and immediately take the phone to check the Newgrounds (how could it be without it ...). there were 3 messages, and 1 letter from Nurm, but I won’t tell you what was there, so we’ll continue. ahem... well, I go into ibis paint, draw all sorts of things, and then... a fly sat on my eyelashes. I was very, very scared and now my self-preservation instincts finally worked. I jumped up and dropped the fly on the bed, and then when it flew away, I lay back down and continued to draw. BUT HERE IT ARRIVALS AGAIN AND REVENGES, SITTING ON MY PHONE. I turn on those same instincts again and try to shake it off, but it was so fucking stuck that it didn’t want to fall, but soon I won this battle. I blew it away off and it flew away.

I almost died.

a suitable mini-comic, which can hardly be called a comic:

(I wrote this for a fucking hour, oh god)