That's right, I'm actually posting a comic today. In case you were wondering, in the hustle and bustle of gradually moving my worthless carcass across an entire continent, I had some difficulties posting on Friday. Of course, that is probably just a flimsy excuse, and I'm probably making it up, aren't I? Those lazy web-comic artists can't be trusted... why can't they just post when they say they will? What is WRONG with society?!

Speaking of problems with society, I am, in fact, back in Texas. I haven't even been here 24 hours, and already I'm confused and frightened beyond all logic. I just found a note on my car from my landlord; that's right, he snuck it onto the windshield of my car while I was home rather then talk to me. In this note, he writes that the weird rednecks that were planning on renting the neighboring guest-house (and whom I've never even met) went crazy and now, apparently, have it out for me, and that I'm supposed to keep all doors and gates onto the property locked at all times until they settle down.

In addition to that, I just got a bill from the electric company saying i owe them negative $50, I keep getting cryptic phone-messages from someone named "Billy-Bob," and my lawn has transformed from a dead brown mat to a knee-deep tropical rainforest over the course of about 5 days.

I know things got a little shaky around mid-terms the other week, when my sanity levels may have been less then ideal, but I could have sworn I had recovered most of my bearings by now. Am I still going crazy, or is everyone and everything in this state psychotic?