Two more months, 60 days and the year is over, big phew.

The man has been saying that things will get better, that we're out of the hole, we can't get any deeper and bla bla bla, thuth is that they're doing the best to makes us even worst by raising taxes instead of what the rest of the more intelligent countries do, take'em down.
Yeah, the man doesn't have all the marbles in his noggin' and the people gets to suffer that, and the bug with them, money and work are very shaky and I'm seeing myself cutting any expense extra for the rest of the year, holidays included.
Sorry if this reads as non sense, it affects greatly the bug's desire to do anything but work and rest, I've deleted the to do list since it's obvious that I not going anywhere with it.


Mind you, is been really nasty since I wrote the last here, things finally caught on us and damn it was not pretty with next to none sales and less incomes, we have made great miracles to stay floating, pay everything and still have enough to live by.
Logically there isn't enough motivation to be doing other stuff, needed/wanted to give pals a break from me and so I did, also the creative department has been quite shaky, some pencils here and there but nothing worth to be completed; being cuasi-pennyless doesn't help either.
Absurdly enough, writing has been coming in spades but don't be excited, what were two tales have become three, then four and next five...and that's when things get nasty, oh well...

Now that you've seen that the bug still lives, I'll let you resume your usual programming.