Once again this plague returns...

With the "true" winter finally arriving two days ago, I've actually finally put on my winter coat. Sadly it is too late, I have once again contracted the Black Death...

The comic basically displays my anger at my nose, which I have rubbed way too many times, and is raw to the point of actually bleeding on the outside...

Yes I know that's gross sounding, I'm sorry...

Anyway, my point here is my nose is a bastard... I intend to murder it, replace it with one made out of old potatoes, and then flee into the mountains and become the person everyone refers to as "Old Crazy Potato Man"

"He kills people and plants them in his potato garden," they'll all say. But they'll be wrong!! I'll just ask them politely to leave, and then when they're not looking steal there wallets.

Ah, its good to have goals...