It's kinda weird that I wound up finishing this comic the same day that I ALSO wound up dragging a lot of furniture around my room and unpacking boxes and boxes of old books and magazines. Clearly, I'm not ALWAYS as lazy as the first panel suggests... but it's still a rare thing outside of convention weekends. And MAN does it hit me on convention weekends. Seriously, there's just something about having places to be and things to get done and deadlines to meet that, in small concentrated doses, just injects me with some kind of nervous energy and stuff gets DONE. I remember getting back home on Friday night, knowing I only had so many hours before I had to leave again on Saturday morning, and I was just BUZZING. Like, I kept having to make myself slow down because I was literally running back and forth without realizing it. I was tapping into energy reserves I hadn't felt since back when I worked at that restaurant... only now I wasn't getting yelled at every thirty seconds.
And I'm kind of glad it took me so long to finally finish this page, too, because by this point I've had Triad to commute to, and IT HAPPENED AGAIN! It wasn't just a weird fluke! I dunno if that's more of a testament to how much cons still get me worked up, or just to what an inert depressed lump I can end up being when I'm NOT doing something...