I am a bit logy from last night but not a complete mess. However, I am back in the towel, both literally and metaphorically.
I take some stabs at writing jokes for next week’s batch, but I am continually interrupted by my need to bother the cat, who is adorable.
I pick her up and make moo-moo noises at her, and tell her what a pretty cat she is. She glares at me and tells me to get my fat lazy ass back to work. She’s a harsh taskmistress.
In the afternoon I work for a while on some sketches I’m writing. This is another thing I have no real idea of how to do, but at least I know how Word works. There’s fun afoot in the world in the evening, but I have grounded myself. I spend Friday staring gloomily at the teevee, because I Know How To Party.
Emily Flake is an award-winning illustrator, writer, and cartoonist. Her work appears in Time, The New Yorker, The New York Times, The Globe and Mail, Forbes, The Nation, and many, many others.
