At a place called Massage Envy. Why thank you, massage therapist Charles, it was quite splendid <3 Gotta get myself a membership to that place.
Aside from being naturally sore from a deep tissue massage, I'm finally feeling wonderful after well over a month of severe pain! I should be up and running asap! I'll of course be meeting my quotas for the sites I work for first (along with your commission, Jak, I haven't forgotten <3 thankyouforbeingsopatient) but after that I'll be working on the next page of Run
Right now I'm deciding between using a pencil, pen or my old style of lineart for the pages. It's wonderful to feel like I can do things again.
Speaking of Massage Envy though... holy fuck the receptionist. JEREMY. ffff I want to tell you all about this dude named Jeremy.
He's all "oh you're a cartoonist? So you've got lots of cool reoccuring characters?"
While he sits there playing an acoustic guitar. Which I seriously didn't notice him playing for like the first 5 minutes.
And I'm just thinking "A MASSAGE RECEPTIONIST PLAYING THE GUITAR. ASKING EVERYONE THAT PASSES HIM BY WHAT MUSIC THEY'RE INTO. KNOWIN ALL SORTS OF STUFF ABOUT FRENCH SILENT CONCERTS AND FREAKING VOCALOIDS."
"YOU, JEREMY. /YOU/ ARE THE COOL FUCKING CHARACTER."
One day I shall draw him.