I’m sick.

I’m sick and I went on vacation anyways. I’m exhausted and sick and on my second bottle of DayQuil. This is probably what hangovers feel like. I’ll have a proper comic up for all you fine upstanding citizens on Saturday night.

I have to do a bunch of running around and barking at people tomorrow because the wall is bleeding water into the bedroom. Hopefully being sick and pitiful will stymie the evasive bullshit that our building’s management has put us through every other time something has needed to be done. At least I hope it does because I tend to lose all of my decorum when people annoy me while I’m sick.