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“Let October pass”, said Qui-Gon Jobert.

Saw him at the Studio23 party a couple of weeks ago. We’ll, it was more like he sensed me. I saw Jessica with Cookie at the “lounge” area of the party. She told me that Jobert was over the Points of View booth. So, from across the crowded room (or crowded lounge), Jobert looked up and looked at me straight in the eye. He sensed me! Freaky man!

Anyway, he told me that whatever was troubling me, I should just let it go and take it up again first week of November. November 6,7, or 8. I wonder if it has anything to do with my birthday. I wonder if it has anything to do with the comic book. I wonder if it has anything to do with the NU-deal.

Well, whatever it is, I’m trying to take it easy. Trying to focus on the work.
At least for the next two weeks. Of course, I still hope to get the second issue of Batch72 to the printing press this week.

The last issue of Angel Ace is supposed to come out early November. So, that might mean B72 will have to come out 3rd or 4th week of November.

And I was hoping to release it monthly.

I guess I would be able to do that if I were working on it on a 9-5 basis.
But I’m not. And with a job that keeps in the office til midnight, not much time left to work on the comic book at all.

We take what we can.
We keep on going.
We make do with what we have.
And we keep on going.

“Hope for the best. Prepare for the worst.
For life is a play and we’re unrehearsed.”
--Mel Brooks.

I’m just feeling so jittery today.
And I only drank instant.


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