Why must the Saiyuki gods speak so formally?? My eyes hurteth.

I must be on high when I agreed to it.
*counts* ...seven days, 1 page a day, plus adrenaline boost of last minute panic... no problem.

Note: Strip was darkened to accentuate the sweetness of the Great Yellow Screen of Death. Oh, also the glaring brightness of raw, untouched paper.

Apologies. I drew the spider with 3 body sections by accident. Heh.
And oh, that last panel is supposed to show a shadow. (My shadow, specifically.) Yeah. =P
(Animal lovers need not worry: I caught it with the intention of releasing it out the window, so as to prevent it from jumping onto my bed during torpor. It's a once bitten twice shy thing.)

But the spider -was- really cute.

• It was 2.30 am.
• I wanted to save electricity.
• I also do NOT want to wake my parents in exchange of a horrible lecture/nagging/death.
• Smashing into the edge of a wall is rather painful.
• Especially when an (right)eye is involved.
• ...I thought this kind of thing only happens in cartoons.

Ah yes. The power of dreading to wake early for training.