I’ve felt like I’ve been on the cusp of getting the flu for a couple of days now. I’m just sick enough to be miserable, but not coughing or throwing up, so I can’t stay in bed all day.
I’ve been feeling ooky and achy all day. I think that some bastard gave me a disease.
Well, that’s it. I’ve made a stupid doodles every single day for two years. TWO YEARS. TWO FUCKING YEARS. Why the fuck did I do this to myself? What the fuck is wrong with me?
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I got really, really, REALLY TIRED.
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There. That’s it. I went for 24 hours posting a new comic every hour. I went the distance and now I’m done. It is finished.
I must rest now.
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I ate a pork chop.
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Pork is a red meat; Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.
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I’ve finally lost my mind.
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Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, “Didn’t you lose your mind a long, long time ago, Laurel?” Well, shuddup your face.