These "comics" follow a pattern by now so familar as to have become monotonous. I whine about the stuff I'm not getting done, the memos I haven't written, and what a mess my life is.
Some people can afford psychoanalysis; I can afford stripcreator.
An example of the genre:
Today, for example, I got up, made a list of what I hoped to do today, lost the list, made a few phone calls, made the list again, had a panic attack, went back to bed, got up, did three things
on the list,and got to the computer lab with barely enough time to make a comic, much less write a memo, because this is spring break and it closes at 5.
did/didn't 3/14
I went to the bank to get money to pay the guy who's fixing my laptop, found the power cord for it, notarized and mailed a document, talked on the phone with the IRS, spent $7 on documents for a back
background check for that nasa gig i'm applying for. details in next comic.
