Wherein Cord and Sock post-game the 2022 midterms.

My anxiety levels are so high that my stomach is making sounds that can best be described as “Donald Duck getting his hand caught in a garbage disposal.”

I make up for not being able to remember my dreams by spending 100% of my waking hours in a deluded fantasy state.

New comic! Wherein Cord and Sock explore the joys of reading.

Twitter's new content moderation team.

I hate everything I write and/or draw, but I'm pretty damn proud of this donut box pun.

Wherein Cord champions Donut November.

Just typed "Word salad = TURD salad?" into my Word doc of possible comic ideas, thereby fulfilling my creativity quota for the day.

My diligence in completing work assignments weeks in advance is undermined by my laziness in never backing up those assignments.

Wherein Cord dispenses words of wisdom.

New comic! Wherein Jenkins reveals what type of dog he is.

I’m too riddled with mental illness to be as uninteresting as I am.

Ever since I was seven, my anxiety has sought to convince me that every move I make is being observed (and judged) by an unseen audience.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I invented streaming.

Not to brag, but my car flawlessly reflects my self-confidence.*

*irreparably broken

From exactly one year ago. Wherein Cord schools Sock on arachnids.

Either I forgot to take an antihistamine before going to bed or I accidentally sealed my nasal passages with cement in my sleep.

New comic! Wherein Cord escapes into the rich world of superhero television.

After spending yesterday contending with a wicked sinus headache, mounting work stress, and chronic anxiety, I'm pleased to report that I'm currently only contending with a middling sinus headache, mounting work stress, and chronic anxiety.