Being around people is exhausting. Not from the traditional introverted POV of “straining to think of ways to be friendly” but more of “I’m trying really hard to not tell you to ‘fuck off’ as that’s not appropriate for work/school/church.”

WARNING: Reading this comic may cause sweats, shakes, spontaneous combustion, vomiting, squidmouth, separation of soul from body, vampirism, Lincolnism, arachnophilia, unexplained handsomeness, gnome infestations, and chestbursters.

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Note that by “right now” I don’t mean now now, but rather then now, because I’m actually here while I compose this message, but I’ll be gone by the time you receive it, at some future now.

Did I really just use that lame title? I totally just used that lame title. So here’s a lame joke to go along with that lame title, just to balance things out.

Don’t know what to make for dinner? How about the old stand-by, chicken? But don’t worry, you can jazz it up in ten different mouth-watering ways. These recipes are quick, easy, and completely serious.