One night I totally had a dream where I was Jeph from Questionable Content and I was drawing a new comic about two siblings with psychological issues when suddenly they were all “RAWR, WE’RE ALIVE” and I had two kids to raise and I had to be all “Comic, what are you doing? Comic, stahp.” But they grew up to be pretty healthy adults who painted and talked about their feelings and shit so maybe I did ok.

Oh, and Christie (his wife) was there and their dog  and . . .

Ugh I need to stop reading comics before bedtime.