friday, friday, gotta get down on friday.

this comic feels like a true story.  no way to prove it.

this has been a helluva week, kind of.  brain chemistry took a detour.  time management fell through the cracks of what seemed important at the time.  comic making became erratic and hard to predict.  also it rained a bit in san diego, which really just always fucks with your perception of time, space, and the relative nature of the universe.

oh.  would you look at that.  brain went out for ice cream while fingers kept typing.  time for bed.

i hope your friday is pronounced in a way that does not grate on your brain.  seriously.  the song fucking ruined friday for me.