Ok, so I guess I am back. I took it fairly easy with this strip, leaving out all the backgrounds and spreading the work out over a couple of days, but I can tell my wrist is still not at 100% so I think I'm going to try and see a doctor about it some time next week. Hopefully they will fit me with one of those new cyborg wrists that can draw at 3 times the speed and shoot a jet of flame upto 40 feet. They do exist, right?

A double comic entry today because 20six has been playing silly buggers:

I saw the doctor about my wrist on wednesday and he prescribed me some pills and a cream and to buy a little stress ball to squeeze (can you buy stress balls? I thought they only gave them away for free outside stations?), but he hasn't told me to stop drawing so I guess the comic will keep going. High fives all round!

Oops, I forgot to put this up yesterday, mostly because I was running a fever and had to go and shiver under a duvet for a bit.

It seems like every time I write here I'm complaining about some sort of ailment. Could this mean that I am not the titan of healthy living I've always though myself to be? Or could it mean I'm just a whining hypochondriac who simpers under the duvet for a week at the slightest sign of a sniffle? No - I am clearly the subject of a protracted viral attack by agent or agents unknown. It is the only explanation.

I hope you like the valentine's day card. Steve informs me that from a scientific point of view this card will guarantee what he describes as 'muchos smoochas'. I chose not to pursue the matter further. And if this card isn't high enough resolution for you I've uploaded a high-res version as the vote incentive, so get voting, get printing, and get LOVING.

My update schedule seems to have got a bit erratic lately, but here is tuesday's decidedly late and evidently unfinished comic. I'm hoping that when I finally move back out of my parent's place in a couple of weeks I might manage to get back to something approaching regularity... 

Look! Here's a comic!