Everyone deals with stress differently. Some more psychotically than others.

Normally, this is the part where I write the funny thing that goes under the comic, but it’s late and I’m tired and it’s been a crazy couple of weeks and we’re dealing with a broken car (minor fender bender) and it’s cold and I’m kinda hungry and this comic sorta speaks for itself and I’m uninspired and I forgot to write this until the last minute and I just noticed some art gaffs that are really bothering me and, y’know, I just don’t think I have it in me right now to write something.

Or maybe I just did.

Ugh, being an internet is confusing.