Tristan is the cheerful, happy-go-lucky sort. For somewhat loose definitions of those words.

Speaking of definitions,¬†yesterday marked my first full work day in the new office, where “office” means “room with a door and all my work shit” and not “that space between the bed and the wall where we somehow managed to wedge a desk. Things are returning to normal, and I think that run-on sentence up there means I’m finding my feet in here.

Which is good. I need those for walking.

Any-dang-way, we’re all moved now. Yaaaaay! Let’s draw some god damn cartoons! Or… Just me, I guess! Just me draw some god damn cartoons!