I have absolutely no energy for a comic today, so here is my pre-emptive day off that should be saved for after I finish this round of “30 Days of Comics.” Agh. I spent every waking moment working or oscillating between euphoric “I’ve got my shit together” highs and crushing “I am such a failure why do I even bother” lows.

To make up for it, I’ll let you know that last night I had a dream in which I met Jimi Hendrix and took my picture with him, saying that “I’ll find it in the future.” I woke up legitimately considering rummaging through my photos in case it appeared.