Close one.

Last night Windows had a bit of a freakout, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to get it going enough to get the comic done. Luckily Dad and I managed to get it up and running again, but not until fairly late. This has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that today's comic looks like it took about 2 minutes to do. *cough cough*

Yep. I don't have any other news. My day has mostly consisted of sitting on my arse with my splinted leg stuck out in front of me. Luckily, for me birthday, I got a game that keeps me occupied. Now if only my GameCube would magically stop having power button issues, I'd be set (donations of a new one or a PS2 would be much appreciated. Xboxes will be used to fuel my next bonfire).

So rather than bore you with the marvelous set of stories I like to call "Tales from the Couch" I'm taking off. Go out and celebrate Canada's Mental Illness Awareness Week by hugging a deranged hobo.

What? Brodie does it all the time!