I walk a line of introspection and publication. It’s hard to know when I’m being too honest. Do you really want to read me complain about my workweek for the 100th time? I don’t think I’d want to read that. Maybe I would, I don’t know. There aren’t many strips akin to mine, so I feel like I’m treading water trying to figure out how to fucking DO this. I feel like I’m wasting my time, these days.

My mom emailed me to ask me if I’m happy.

I am happy the week’s over.