Well, not quite, but almost. My laptop battery has swollen to a dangerous size, so I'm going to take it out of my computer and order a new one. This means no Photoshop (read: no making new comic pages) until my new favorite people (The postal workers) deliver it.
So in case you're wondering where I am, it's probably huddled in front of my door, hugging all my sketches and thumbnails to my chest and singing a tearful rendition of Tiptoe through the Tulips.
Or maybe I'll just go outside.
Listening to: Ender's Game
Reading: Oliver Twist