Throughout yesterday and today, I’ve been largely bed ridden with one of those nasty migraines. The kind that leave you reading the bottle that your painkillers come in, to find out if you’ve passed the maximum daily amount that you can take. The kind of migraine that then has you on Google to find out just how important that maximum daily amount is and whether it’s okay to pass it a bit. You know… those kinds of migraines.
If you popped into my live broadcasting yesterday, you would have caught my complaining about my head as I scratched out what was meant to be today’s comic. Unfortunately, I’ve spent a lot of time buried under my pillow whining like a small girl. Not the kick ass kind of small girl, like Newt from Aliens, but the horrible kind that you just want to strangle. Like Winona Ryder from Alien3.
The comic will continue this Friday.
As always, thanks for reading.