[ ED. NOTE: Well, shit. Angela thought it’d be a good idea to use some Superglue in her paper-mâché paste, and now I have to get her unstuck from Dara and their paper dino before the publishing rep gets here. ]
[ ED. NOTE: I knew I shouldn’t have gone to Mexico for a week and left these two in charge. Not a single cartoon is ready for next week, everything on my desk is completely out of place, and now that Dara has been wearing my writing helmet it’s going to smell like bubblegum and patchouli for a month. Guh.
Next time, I’m hiring a babysitter. ]
[ ED. NOTE: Oh sure, I had to take the thing down, while Dara the Intern and Angela got the easy job of stringing it up with lights and tinsel.
Still, it’s a damn sparkly tree. Or maybe that’s just the vicodin and Drambuie kicking in. ]
[ ED. NOTE: A publishing company rep is coming to the office next week to talk about an LRT book deal, and I need to get the place cleaned up and looking professional. Not a good day to be making messy paper-mâché dinosaurs, ladies… ]
[ ED. NOTE: Angela is still groggy from jetlag after her return from San Francisco, so I’ve asked Dara to keep an eye on her while I’m away this week. Whereby “keep an eye on her” I do not mean “draw on her face with Sharpies”. AHEM. ]
[ ED. NOTE: It’s all well and good that Angela and Dara the Intern have free time to play “robot grrls”, but I have actual work to do. Can’t they see I’m wearing my writing helmet? Take it to the break room, ladies. Guh. ]