secondlina | (no subject)

When I drew this comic wednesday night, I cursed the flexibility of technology. I now embrace it.

In the night between thursday and friday I became very very ill. To put it midly - anything and everything I put into my moth would come out one way or another. I also had fever and aching bones. And I had no more sick days available. So what did I do? Worked remotely from home.

So I guess the moral of this story is "Be careful what you curse".

That and "Oh god, how much can one throw up without dying?"

I'm doing better now.

-Isa