Summer rain falls all the time since yesterday. It's a shitty weather, today, and working seems inadequate. I still need some sort of work done, so it doesn't matter if it doesn't fit the way the world looks from my window. Right now, I wished it wasn't such a big window, which accounts to such a big shitty weather.
But, hey, it's summer. When it's not raining, the days are very hot. It's hot while it's raining, even.
That's summer. That's nice.
But I'm working. Still working. Always working.
I wish I didn't love work so much on sundays. I wish sundays looked like sundays to me, but they don't. They look like mondays, or tuesdays, and I work on mondays and tuesdays.
I love doing comics, and it's hard to do comics all the time in the summer.
The rain makes it easier, even with the shitty weather.