I don’t know how it is that my life seems to know when I’m trying to do something extra with this comic, but it always seems to fund a way to be a fucking disaster when I do. I’m starting to thing they should just stand completely still in the store all the time so nothing happens to me. I’m not even going to get in to all the bullshit going on right now. I could sure cope with it a lot better if this demonic virus wasn’t making things ooze from all the places it can. I thought I was doing better yesterday then I tried to go to sleep & it was an all out attack on me again. We had to order another case of tissue. I’ve burned through at least 4 boxes on my own. Guh. I actually had things to talk about for these pages but it’s all screwed up now & I’m bloody annoyed.