After a series of particularly stressful and annoying weeks, I managed to tear one week for myself from the jaws of life. Not those jaws of life, the other ones. The ones that are actual metaphorical jaws, like... you know.

Should you be waiting for a commission to be concluded at the moment, that is going to happen this week. It's coming.

What does any of this have to do with the image up there? Uhh... well. You know, sometimes life tries to get you down wherever you are, so you have to hide from it in the bathroom. But then it finds you anyway, so that's when that up there happens. That's life, harassing that poor Gabumon in the bathroom by staring through the door frame.

Life doesn't care if you're in the middle of taking a dump. When life finds you, you better do what it expects you to do.