This is technically supposed to be an apology that my comic and podcast are late. But I think everyone alive knows why my stomach is in knots, my eyes are barely focusing, and I’m eating weird combinations of leftovers out of the fridge in an attempt to alter reality or switch dimensions somehow. So far, no dice. Suffice it to say, all of this is unsustainable. But I have scripts and plans and as soon as I can be creative without a fear of something falling out of the sky, I’ll have it up and running. Isn’t this supposed to be NaNoWriMo? I mean, I’m thinking of doing that, but when I write long fiction, it is just slightly to the light side of disturbing. We’ll see. WE’LL ALL SEE.