Birthday!

Why I'm Angry

Photoshop.

Mother fucking photoshop.

Guaranteed to crash after an hour without saving. That's right, one hour of hard work - almost all of this comic - gone in an instant.

Obviously, I've gotten over it, but still, that's why this is coming so late today...

Now then, why it's late overall: Class.

Mother fucking class.

Honestly, I just wanted to use that 'mother fucking' line again, make everything think I was going somewhere with this. Not really, just your average tests, papers, etc, so I really can't complain.

Anyways, thanks to those who mentioned that it's been a while (All two of you!) and thus motivating me to get it finished.

Schedule

Back to the bandroom: Be sure to take your instruments, music, etc... whatever you need. I wouldn't know, I'm a lazy percussionist, all my stuff is already there.

This Comic

God, I look terrible in that last panel... Like I mentioned, I lost a lot of work on this one, and my second time around I was kind of hap-hazard, cutting corners here and there. Especially on hair. But everyone's hair looks like that to me. Trust me.