It’s kind of strange that I’ve partitioned my brain in such a way that I can make these fucking comics even when I’m running on limited functionality. For many days now, whenever I try to sleep, something, or someone, has forced me to get all the way up to deal with their bullshit. That kind of shit is used to torture people, but even done unintentionally the result is the same. I’m existing in a state of mental fog & barely contained fury. I also feel like I’m forgetting to do things that I can’t remember. If I’m forgetting something to do with you. I’m sorry. I’m getting along as best I can, but my effectiveness is greatly reduced.