I found myself watching Death Proof again last night. It's so rare for me to watch a movie twice within just a couple weeks, unless I'm seeing it at the cinema. I said to myself, "I just watched it. Surely I don't really want to watch it again." But I did. Grindhouse is so criminally underrated.
I didn't have much stamina yesterday, and ended up only doing ten of the rough sketches for the comic. I blame it on the bean burrito I made for lunch that seemed to turn my brain into a plush version of itself. To-day will be better, I think.