I have a problem. The problem right now is that I really want to play Modern Warfare 2 but I can’t because I have a shitload of work to do. It unlocks on my Steam account at 9 o’ clock, so as I write this, I am waiting for it to come out. The issue is that my family is also having a dinner party tonight so I can’t really get my work done beforehand. It’s just a mess.

Also, on Thursday, two other individuals and I are giving a presentation on a book called Ship of Gold. I now realize that choosing this book was a poor idea. It happens to be twice as long as the other options, and instead of revealing interesting philosophical information it deals with the rather bland subject of searching for a sunken ship using a theory of probability. That may float someone else’s boat, but mine is at rock bottom right now. The presentation I’m giving must be over 30 min long. If you ask me, this is entirely too much time to talk about sonar and probability.

In the end, I will be fine, but it’s just something else I must deal with. Not that my life is particularly hard, mind you, but it seems like it to me.

One thing I fail to understand is the workings on my mind when it is very fatigued. I have a vague memory of the other night when I was griped with an uncontrollable urge to pull the pillowcase off one of my pillows. I thought it must have been a dream but lo and behold, the following morning I woke up and sitting next to me was a pillow with its case placed on top of it.

More disturbing still, two days later I thought that there was a bushel of bananas next to me and that one of the bananas had a button on it. Somehow this button was connected to the sleep mode on my alarm clock. I woke up late to find that the alarm was turned off during the night. These events may be trivial but man its weird.

I hope you like this week’s comic. It is kind of a follow up to the Halloween comics but not really. Think of it as a reminder to watch your mouth around the youngsters . . . even the ones you dislike.