Seriously, don’t kill me.
I still have a cold. This kind of shit is easy to do when I’m all obliterated by NyQuil.
BUT I AM FEELING BETTER. So the comic should resume soon on the plot. I may end the week out with bad gun jokes, because at this point, fuck it. Trying to salvage this week will be like trying to make a birthday cake out of a dog turd.
Gugh. My fuckin’ sinuses. UGH.