Devious Journal Entry

Money is tight at the BK compound and we're internetless and mobile phoneless until I get some money to pay the peak of bills mocking me from the top of the ice box. I'm currently siphoning internets at my local lookhowhealthyandorganicourfoodisit'ssureworthblowingaweeksworthofcashonadrymuffinandblack coffee shop. At first we lamented our plight, shuffling through the same DVDs we bought in college (We've got you're keg fueled romps, your comic turned movie flops, and odd korean drama.) and then thumbing through the scratchy radio stations, and finally cracking up that book behind the toilet. Not to be reduced to reading, I dug in my heels and did comics. To my surprise I get a lot done when I'm not googling myself or playing city siege on Newgrounds (plug?). I wrote two new comic book scripts, one in the spirit of the movie Dreams, and another a vaguely funny about a hipster and a flood. Drew three comic pages for tug and redid the chapter synopsis for the three last chapters of the book. I even dusted off the uke and wrote 1 and half new songs. So the poverty has been very good to me. Take that bootstraps. Now if only I could get motivated enough to start all that "real" work. OOP, internet's back on, back to siegen.