I haven't experience the annual haze season for a long time. I've been away, and this is my first since 3 years. Last night while drawing, I suddenly find it hard to breath. Almost wanted to admit myself to the hospital. Must be my paranoia.

Woke up next morning, feeling shitty and with a bad migraine, I drove to meet potential clients. They wanted me to illustrate a comic strip for a campaign. Wasn't at my top notch seeing them, the migraine kept bothering me and through out the whole meeting I just couldn't wait to go home.

I hate being outside. I wonder this is how the world is going to be when it reaches it's extinction mode.

Got back home and slept the rest of the day.

Didn't even had the mood to work on new pages.

Sigh, this damn haze, and there's nothing we can do about it.

The capitalist has won again.