The Ohio State-Michigan game is well-known for the destruction that follows in its wake. During last year’s game, I had to work near where all that takes place. This year, I live there. I am not planning on being anywhere near home.
This truly was a great party. I didn’t find myself feeling depressed or lethargic the entire time (largely because I was annihilated). Thank you, Ben, for everything. It was absolutely worth the three hour drive and then some. Seriously, people, if this happens again next year? Consider going.
Also, here’s a fun fact: Ben’s house, which he is still fixing up, has the most amazing, beautiful bathroom you’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve lived in bedrooms the size of his shower. The entire thing is all marbley and cool… and yet, there is no sink in the kitchen. No sink. In the kitchen. The sense of priority emanating from that place is downright alien. I love it.
Concerning depression, there are two types of people: The ones who can’t eat at all and the ones who eat constantly. I am very much the former and it’s been a pain lately. I’m starting to feel a bit better mentally, but I still pretty much have to choke down anything I eat. Today, for example, I have eaten a single burrito and a danish. Don’t worry, though– tomorrow, I am eating at least three burritos and two danishes if I have to forcefeed myself.
f70I will be here this Saturday. It’s a Halloween party hosted by the Dear Leader of Rogue Robot. You’ve already got plans, I know, it’s cool– I just thought I’d mention it anyway. I would have brought it up earlier, but I didn’t know I was going until today. I’m pretty sure it’ll be a good time. If there is one thing depression will not keep me from doing, it is getting wasted.
-MM
There’s just something about falling in love and getting broken up with at the exact same time that makes it feel like some kind of karmic setup. Somewhere, a higher power is getting a kick out of all this. He will probably read the comments, too, and judge you accordingly. Hop on this burning boat at your own risk.
On an unrelated note, this is Malfunction Junction’s 200th comic. I didn’t plan a specific strip for the occasion, but I feel like this one fits the bill pretty well, despite being coincidentally appointed to the position of Number Two Hundred. I’m not planning on giving any kind of a speech today, but I will say that I very much appreciate everyone who wrote or posted comments over the last couple days. It means a lot to me that you guys care about my gullible, heartbroken ass. It’s also nice to know that I can get a little bit personal on here once in a while. Thank you, and know that I will say a little prayer for each and every one of you*.
Sincerely,
Matthew Parker Milby
*I am not actually going to do this.