I HATE ALLERGIES...

I lived most of my life in the dustbowl that is El Paso, Tx and never once did I ever have any bouts of allergies.

Not.

Once.

I've been up in the mountains of New Mexico for about seven years now and every year I've had to take some form of medication (usually in an injection form and anyone that really knows me knows how I feel about needles) to quell the wrath of the Allergen Gods.

Right now I'm sitting here trying to finish some sketch cards and a cover before I have to go to work but I've got one nostril so stuffed up my ear is plugged and the other is like a faucet in a run down inner-city project sink with the drip...drip...drip.

I remember when I was young I could lay down in tall weedy grass all day and watch the clouds float over me. Now just sitting up in bed is enough to start a sneeze attack that usually lasts half and hour. I read somewhere that everytime you sneeze your heart stops or skips a beat or something. It would be really sad if a guy who has faced quite a few dangers in his three decades and change on earth is taken out by a rampant nasal expulsion attack.

Okay, enough of the wah-wah woe is me bullshit. Here's some tiny girls to make you smile...