I feel like I keep saying the same things over and over again. It's as if I'm trying to refine exactly what I mean with each comic. With this internal struggle to be happy in a world that just drives me crazy. If it's getting repetitive please forgive me. I intend to move on from these depressing things eventually, but thinking about them takes up a lot of my time lately and it would be dishonest of me to write... I dunno, fart jokes or something.
Oh, also, I should point you at a little web comic that my friend Miguel has started up called Maladjusted. He's got a couple of comics up now and I'm super curious to see where he goes with it.