
New Job Anxiety is Real.

New Job Anxiety is Real.

At least Kara recognizes that I recognize that my bullshit is bullshit.

It’s hard to make food when there is none.

Anxiety Brain gets up early sometimes.

I’m the very best boyfriend ever.

As my anxiety goes up, my obsessive, repetitive video game playing has a high likelihood of going up.

TheĀ most awkward thing about publishing this comic is not that the person I’m talking about will read thisĀ and realize the jig is up, it’s worrying that someone who I don’t actually have a beef with will think it’s about them.
Which makes me want to make a follow up comic where I agonize over the text I’m writing here because I’m terrified I’ll offend someone I didn’t mean to.
So … you know … progress.

Eat the eggs, smashmouth.

It’s a great art form written for an audience who has terrible taste.
It’s no wonder two of my favorite things are musicals and comic books.

At Sir Mix-A-Lot, where I promise I’m bobbing my head and Ben isn’t doing the cabbage patch.