I am home from a boat! And upon arrival in Columbus, my home, I think the boat's flu bug finally caught up with me. �Not bad timing, really, considering the alternatives, but bleh. �I really hope they're Chris Collingwood's flu germs. �That'd be neat. �More like FLUtains of Wayne, amirite???? [caption id="attachment_6808" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Look, foreign countries are great and all, but do they have unlimited mashed potatoes out there? No!"][/caption] Today is a comic I drew during my trip. �You see, on boats, there is too much food, you can eat as much of it as you want, and you already paid for it, so it feels free. �And so you end up eating every forty-five minutes. �I am not joking. �And because I am the way I am, I can easily build up a "loyalty" to my favorite meals, feeling like I should eat them in proportion to my professed love for them, not in proportion to my hunger. �What this means is if I discover delicious mashed potatoes on Friday, and that is the only day they will likely appear, I feel like I need to eat the week's accumulation of potatoes I would have eaten were they there the whole time. �It is a sickness. �And is something I could have described better in the comic itself if I drew it digitally, where I can rewrite dialog over and over to my heart's content, and not on a piece of paper, where I am dumb and ink things immediately. Anyway. �I hope you liked the crossover with Multiplex that happened while I was gone! �I am considering skipping to a new ongoing storyline starting Wednesday. �Or at least I was, until I realized I had this flu. �Let's see if my might exceeds its might.