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You're the best, around.

I think the worst thing you can do is put a bunch of women in a room together. Like, I really think it's the worst thing ever. They can all be great, wonderful people individually but when you put them all together to play board games... it sucks. It's a mess because they don't know how to organize themselves. There's no order, just chaos. Chaos and loud, obnoxious women. What is it about women that makes them so loud and obnoxious when they congregate? Bunch of uncivilized savages.

And I, of course, am the wildly unbiased observer.I drew this in a rush, which explains why the background only has one color instead of three (which would have indicated layering) and why it just generally looks rushed. There is an actual plan to this story arc, but I couldn't resist responding to the comments my friend was making. I was running late to the Women in Medicine meeting which was actually interesting during the lecture portion. I also didn't get a chance to fold my laundry so now all my shirts are wrinkled and it sucks. But next week I'll section out more time for the comics so I don't try to blow through something complex in an hour.

This week has been going so incredibly well. I don't even believe it. I feel like a new man for some reason. Talking while eating is easier. Talking in general is easier. I feel like I'm finally just opening up. Finally, really, actually trusting.

Which is pretty exciting.

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