Blerg King

I love my son, but I'll be damned if he isn't an outbreak monkey. He got sick on Friday, which subsequently means that everyone else in the house got sick. My wife and I have been engaged in vomiting matches for the past few hours, and even as I write this I'm shakily trying to keep down a glass of ginger ale. Ugh. Enough pity party though, I'm gonna get some more sketching done and try not to throw up on my sketch pad.

Until next time, go rub a sick kid on your face.