Dear Diary,

Good news about that file size problem. I got it down from 18.9 MB all the way to 3.9 MB. I think we're clear for take off. So you can stop worrying.

Also, today I hit the 45 second mark on my Halloween flash. 2 weeks ago I said I'd reached 30 seconds. I may have been rounding up a tad back then, but this time I assure you I'm being honest. In truth, that number scares me a little. With the final cartoon slated to be over 4 minutes long, that puts me at less then a quarter of the way done with only 8 weeks left to work on it. I need to be done by August 7th, because I'm not gonna get to work on Flash for the rest of the year after that. And for some reason, no matter how many anxiety attacks I have at home and at work, time doesn't seem to be slowing down.

It's not that I mind living on only 4 or 5 hours of sleep per night. It's just that, my boss tends to frown upon making up for my lost sleep while I'm still clocked in. He's all "We're not paying you to sleep, Jamie!"

And I'm all, "That's what she said."

And he's all, "That doesn't make any fucking sense! I'm cutting your pay! And I'm sleeping with your girlfriend!"

And I'm all, "Whatever. ZZZZZZZZZ."

That's not snoring by the way, I actually looked at him and said, "ZZZZZZZZ."

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. The flash. Now I remember. Sorry to get sidetracked there, Diary. That's been happening a lot lately. Often while I drive. I usually rely on the shrill sounds of shrieking women and children to snap me back to consciousness. Speaking of which, I should really get some new windshield wipers. All they do is smear the blood, and it makes it even harder to see.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. The flash. Well that about wraps up everything I have to say about the flash at this point. Thanks for listening. You're such a good listener.

Gosh, I sure hope nobody stumbles across this diary entry. It's private, don'tcha know. I think someone would have to be a real poopface to read someone else's private thoughts. Or just human. Yucky.

K, bye.

Love,
James

P.S. That growth is getting bigger. I might have to get it looked at, cause pretty soon I'm not going to be able to cover it up with a scarf anymore. Not because I don't have a big enough scarf but because all my scarves are wool, and its almost summer. And you know what that means. Moths. Moths love wool.

P.P.S. I think Tom is sooooooo cute. <3