Low-key anxiety and worries and self-loathing and that sort of shit I suppress as best I can feelings getting to the crawling out of the tartarus pit I do my best to lock that all away in, got especially bad this week/weekend, so this evening I stopped and read my new purchase of the second trade volume of Green Lanterns because I adore Simon and Jess (the first chapter was the one where they make ma’amoul and Jess panics and tries to call Darkseid). It helped.
On the impulse kick to cheer myself up more and about to order all the current volumes of New Super-Man, even if that’s $32 because hey that’s still only about the cost of one pair of the new shoes I bought, and I still need cheering up. And I know I should wait for the trade because it’s cheaper, but that’s not until the 27th, which could be a good motivation stick to make it through the next two weeks but ugh no, I feel shitty. I need a nice distraction. Plus I want to support comics, be a good and interactive *real* fan, and reading a nice mostly stand-alone series about teenage Chinese Superman sounds soothing.
Yeah, I’ve talked myself into it.



























