Death, take me already!

I woke up this morning with a temperature of 103.2. When a patient of ours gets a temp of 103 we start taking bets on whether or not they're headed for the unit (medical intensive care unit, that is). I've been getting these pissy little infections every so often since I started at the hospital over a year ago. I'm not typically a sickly person. My doctor, the nurses I work with and, of course, Mom tell me its a combination being around the sick all the time and killing my lungs' natural defenses with Marlboro. But hey what do they know? I think it would be easier and more fun to give up the job rather than the coffin nails.

Keeping me company on my long, slow stagger to decomposition;

Ted Nomura's HIROSHIMA THE ATOMIC HOLOCAUST (you'll have to scroll down a bit). Among other things, Ted Nomura writes comics for people who like the history channel but wish it wasn't so cute and cuddly. Nomura has an uncanny knack for telling history the way it was with his writing and, simultaneously, how it felt with his art. You can find the rest of his stuff here at Antarctic Press bottom of the page on the left. I recommend the DICTATORS OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY.

And

TEMPORARY#3 By Damon Hurd and Rick Smith. I haven't read this issue yet, but every time I see an issue I'm reminded of how TEMP#1 suckerpunched me with a neat little O'Henry style twist near the end and followed up with neat little O'Henry style big-ass bomb shortly thereafter. This is story telling to be envious of. I'm very tempted to kill Hurd and Smith and take thier power, but I'm afaid that may cause them to stop doing TEMPORARY.

And, of course drugs. Lots of drugs. Oodles and oodles of drugs.

Drugs are my friend.