Okay, so for the lurkers of the Drunk Duck, that aren't part of the "fan club" on Facebook, here's the skinny: Howard is fucking ill. And not in the sense that my head is congested, and my chest hurts, and I'm coughing, blowing my nose all the time. No, this illness is much less than that, actually. This one is pretty much centered around my throat, and has already broke several of the rules set out for strep throat, and tonsilitis, and just like the kidney pains, no one really knows what it is.
I've spent a large sum of money on remedies for sore throats, and none are working. I'm having trouble eating, and the penicillin that they gave me at the hospital did sweet fuck all, so I'm going back again. This is part of the reason for the absence of a comic, mainly because I am unable to eat, and am therefore weak.
As well, I am way too preoccupied with getting better right now, so all of my time and energy is devoted to that, and catching up on Lost. But the second one is not a top priority, it's just something I do whilst Neo-Citran knocks me on my ass every night.
The comic is not dead, it's just sleeping. It should wake up very soon. Graeme is apparently working on something right now, and although he is trying to get me to draw it, I'm sure my hesitation to do so will inspire him to draw the comic and post it as his own contribution to FFS comics.
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