Alright, I know I promised I was pretty much back and that you could expect some work from me, but I've had to postpone stuff yet again due to issues at home. Fact is, I just can't really get my muse and my immaginative side to work together so long as I have all this shit weighing me down.

First problem is monetary issues. I'm a 22 year old man who's not only living at home, but supporting his own parents. Not only is it sad, but it's getting more and more irritating. Even now when my sister's turned 18 and has a higher paying job than ~I~ do, (Damn cosmotologists...) the amount of money they demand from me hasn't dropped one rat cent. If ANYTHING, it's increased! Basically, for the last two years, it's simply been a matter of 'I can't AFFORD to move out of my parents house BECAUSE of my parents'.

My SECOND problem is my little group's schedules are becoming more and more complicated and full, and as such we're getting less work done than ever. I'm almost tempted to just do all of it myself and do their characters FOR them so I can at LEAST see us get past the first CHAPTER! NONE of this would be as bad if we still had all the work we'd done on it BEFORE my computer crashed, I could simply go back and edit that. But as that is now an impossibility, I'm forced to sit at my computer and gaze into the realm of despair that is the short file which encompasses all of our work to date.

More recent issues include Work, The Holiday Season, and the scariest event of all... no I'm not talking about Halloween, I'm talking about my step-dad's parent's visit. Two whole weeks of putting up with the same crap as always. Fact is, their love works in a certain manner. My siblings? Well my step-dad is their REAL dad, so they spoil them every chance they get. My mom? Well they can't help who their child marries, so they're somewhat nice to her. The little piece of Bastard Baggage she came with? Oh, let's just see how much we can make his life a living hell.

If it's not a constant rain of insults they think I'm to stupid to understand, (I'm not ten anymore you shriveled old bats...) it's picking at every single thing that THEY think I could improve... which is pretty much EVERYTHING with them. I mean, I will hand it to them. I'm a pretty rough-skinned fellow. It takes ALOT to really get to me. But these twoo really take the cake, they just have that wonderful knack for making me feel like an unwanted piece of shit.

So yeah, that's my rant on why I haven't done shit yet. I still plan to, as soon as I can manage to get my head straight. Until then, well I don't know, do whatever. I'll be back 100% eventually.