Had a nasty sore throat all weekend. Didn’t really get anything done but watch old SG-1 episodes and drink tepid cola because I didn’t have the drive to get ice. Mostly figured it was depression sneaking up on me again. I’ve been single for so long and that’s not likely to change.

I’ve been trying to write the next comic since Friday, but the dialog keeps coming up lame.

Early this morning it turned into a cough. Had to push myself into getting some cough/cold medicine. Had a close call while driving at that.

I’m going back to bed. Next update when my brain is working again.