This is a little more straightforward than usual. Two and a half years ago I came up with my first few ideas for “the disasters in my head” and wrote them down, thinking they would be hilarious. I woke up the next day and cried when I read them because I was still very much too depressed to express the ideas properly. They were definitely NOT funny to me anymore. Some days, processing ideas for these comics is really difficult (but in a good way, because, like growing as a human… and stuff… ) In general I try to keep things on the humorous side, and I’m still gaining traction to be able to express more complex subjects, but… the future… Anyways, I have been hesitant to post this but whatever. Today’s the day, or something like that.