Part One of Two: I get horrendous migraines, just awful ones, and don’t think very well during them. (Some would argue that I don’t think all that well at any time. Probably I should make a category on here for Poor Impulse Control comics.)
Lights really bother me during a headache, so it was so nice to find a cool dark place at work.
I have no idea anymore why I thought that a stranger hearing me pee in the dark was like THE WORST FAUX PAS EVER when actually, talking to a stranger in the bathroom WHILE YOU ARE PEEING, unless you are asking for toilet paper, is creepier. Then I came back and told the studiomates what I did, hoping for sympathy, but you should never ask for sympathy from cartoonists. I’m blaming this all on the migraine when the reality is probably that my first grade teacher was RIGHT and I am socially retarded.
Learn from my mistakes, that is all I ask of you.
