It’s rather sad that the final sketch in the double-digits (before we hit the big 100 tomorrow) is a hastily-drawn piece of junk, but I feel awful today. The wife does, too. We think it’s food poisoning from dinner last night. Either way, all I’ve eaten today was a couple of pieces of toast and a ginger ale. I’ve kept it down, but only just barely.

Tune in tomorrow, when (hopefully) the comic won’t be about vomit and bodily functions!*

* – I make no promises, people.