Ahh, the glamorous life of a webcomic artist. Waking up next to a strange monitor, wondering what you did the night before. It sure is a wild ride.
But apparently Greg doesn’t feel that way, since he’s resolved not to fall asleep at his desk anymore. Good for him, I say. He needs to be in his room, with the door shut, where he won’t hear me sneak into his apartment and curl up on his couch in the middle of the night. For some reason he doesn’t like when I do that.