Okay. I guess an argument could be made that I might be getting just the teensiest bit self-indulgent now.

Wait... when did this happen?

Fortunately, I'll be in the neighborhood of Chicago Comics tomorrow. But how did this one slip under my radar? I mean honestly, a collection of my favorite run on any comic, ever, and I just don't notice?

That's messed up.

In other news, it turns out I will not be getting Katya this Sunday.

So... yeah. Fuck.

My body refuses to heal. And those fools at the institute called me mad. But I'll show them. I'LL SHOW THEM ALL!

On a happier note, Jessi's birthday gift arrived yesterday. For those who don't know, she got me the following page of original Sam Kieth art, from Zero Girl: Full Circle.

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This is, quite possibly, the best present I have ever gotten from anyone.

I'm gonna have it framed and hang it in my living room.

What did I ever do to my body, that it would hate me like this?

Other than the drinking and smoking and eating junk food and generally treating it like I want it to have five different kinds of cancer by the time I'm thirty.

Right. Anyway...

I have to figure out what I'm gonna buy with the gift certificate to Chicago Comics that Phil and Lisa gave me for my birthday. I wish they'd given it to me before this past Sunday, when I went to spend the gift certificate to Chicago Comics that Rachel and Elizabeth gave me for my birthday.

(This might be a good time to point out that I am not, in fact, a predictable, one-dimensional, comic-obsessed waste of this precious gift called life. There are many other aspects to my personality. You see, I also enjoy the banjo.)

Regardless. I'm thinking I'm going to put it towards finally replacing my copy of Cages. I've gone too long without.