Things aren't so bleak, I think. I mean, I'm still here. I can still draw, I can still write. I still have all my senses. I guess all I need to concentrate on just living, instead of worrying about things that are beyond my control. Just keep on drawing. I'm currently drawing studies for a comic proposal called CAST IRON, which is my personal idea of Iron Man. Once I get something done, I'll post it here.
Finally caught that damned rat. I was gonna buy traps today, but my mom scattered poison inside the house last night and this morning, the thing winds up dead right on our kitchen sink. Good riddance. That thing was a real pest. He gnawed on slippers, broke in on anything that contained food, hid rags, and started nibbling on our windows. What a monster.