I've been feeling really depressed lately, like I should be doing more with my life, I should be farther along in my career, but instead I'm just floating, drinking, smoking, sexing, partying. I'm like you and Faith in "Bad Girls" before the accidental staking. Great, all I need to do is to accidentally murder a bad guy to knock some sense into me and make me turn my life around. Piece of stake. I do feel like I work really hard on my art, like you do with slaying, but maybe I'm having too much fun in Portland, being too much of a free spirited teenager, like when you got invisibility powers for a day: it was really fun and freeing and you felt like you didn't have to be accountable, but you were sorta disappearing in the process. Ugh, why do I have to think my thoughts and feel my feelings so hard? Oh, right, because your new comic hasn't come out yet... but soonsies! Yay, escapism!
Thanks for saving the world a lot.