What? Isn't the Lotto universial?

Yes, I know that Sarah is very, very calm right now. There's this little thing called "Shock" and a second little thing that doesn't really have a name, which I call "What happens when someone who really likes to talk about weird stuff gets a chance to talk". I do that. A lot. I can be the shyiest person in the universe unless you get me talking about one of my hot-button topics. Then you will not be able to get me to shut up.

Artistic note: I. HATE. EXPLINATION. PAGES. Too much text=too little space for artwork. Also, I made up the lottery machine, which was also a pain. I like this page OK, though I do think it could use beau-coup improvements.

I've begun exparamenting artistically (again) for the next chapter. While it's a fairly big jump for me, ya'll shouldn't notice much at all. The coloring is not about to change. It takes me about three hours to do the coloring. Now that I'm w*rking, time is premium, so I kinda gotta stick with the fast stuff. 'Sides, I love this coloring, don't you?

There is no other news today. It's 12:24 at night and I have to get up at seven tomorrow and go play with my boss's computer again. See Ya'll next week, in which nothing of note is likely to happen. Oh, stuff will happen in the comic. Just not to me.

Tuesday. See you tuesday. - Chelsea Gaither