This was almost a no-bag-art day. I had forgotten. I was tired. I was probably running late for work. My wife was just starting to apologize to whichever child was about to get a plain brown paper bag (I forget who I was about to let down. Besides myself).
But then I reminded myself of a mantra that has helped me push through 24-hour comic day several years: It doesn't need to be good. It just needs to be. Two minutes later, I was only running behind by another two minutes.
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