It can be a pretty miserable cycle.

1: Have a job that barely keeps you financially above water, while consuming all of your time, energy, motivation, creativity, and capacity for joy.

2: Lose it.

3: Spend every moment not enjoying your newfound free time due to…in no particular order…struggling with poverty; struggling with guilt, depression, and general self-loathing; jumping through hoops fighting an unemployment system designed to make you give up (especially if you live somewhere extra shitty) ; spending countless hours revising resumes and mass applying to jobs to no avail; being too poor to do anything and barely seeing your friends; trying to keep food in your kitchen…and so on.

I’m so tired.

Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…

Why they changed it, I can’t say…

I assume the opossum was busy giving a press conference somewhere on behalf of the group.

“Can you believe this guy? He tells a joke at a funeral.”

Xenomuppet

Zuckerlimburger.

Why yes, I am a cat-o-holic, thanks for asking!

That was wonderful.

I’m sure that trip made a big impact on those kids.

squints hard

Sean Mall?

Which Sean got his own mall? Or is it a mall specifically for Seans? As a non-Sean (cool rhyme, right?) am I forbidden from Sean Mall? Are Shawns allowed in?

My poor vision creates nothing but inquiries.

I instinctively read that in Homestar Runner’s voice.

Ah, yes. The Spike Spiegel wing.

Edit: Where are my manners? Let’s throw Vash the Stampede in there too. Not enough love for Trigun these days.