GAD-FREAKING-ZOOKS!

I haven''t dropped off the earth again. But I swear. The real world is nothing more than a pain in my ass!
I wanted to do a little comic about how I am doing, but there is no desire to do so.My creativity has hit such a slump. This is not a burn out, this is stress. Unbridled, unmitigated unstoppable stress.
Everyday brings a new flaming bag of horse manure to my door step.
And everyday I have to put it out. Why me? Because apparently I'm the only functioning adult in a 100 kilometer radius! And if that is the case, nuke us from orbit, because ain't no one making it out of this bitch alive!
All I want is to sit, and draw uninterrupted. Is that so much to ask for? It's quite literally my job and yet I am inundated with pleas and cries for 'help' like I have a red cape and an 'S' emblazoned on my chest.
It's the worst.
I had 2 simple pinups planned with my new Hyena babes and oh suddenly, HEADLINE: CRISIS! RABIES' FAMILY DRAMA TO RUIN IT ALL FOR EVERYONE!
UUUUUURRRRRRGH.