The Fleece Whisperer

There is no greater feeling than that of one’s own bed, except perhaps for the feeling of one’s own bed after an extended period of time away from one’s own bed. It’s akin to abstaining from sex, so that when you finally do it you have all this pent up sext-time energy… except with sleep.

To say that I have “pent up sleep” after a convention is putting it mildly. On my best traveling sleep behavior, I manage to achieve unconsciousness for a period greater than two hours each night. At my worst (which is FAR more common), I do not actually sleep. I get in the bed, lay there for some amount of time, then get up and get ready for the show at the appropriate hour. A fair breakdown of my con sleep schedule is Night 1: 5-6 hours, Night 2: 3-4 hours, Night 3: 0-3 hours, Night 4: #BLOOOOOOOD.

My Fancy Patrons got to read this comic before anyone else! 


Calling all Whovians with holes in their ears! Just look at these Dalek earrings my wife made! They’re in her Etsy store and ready to EXTERMINATE your… lack of perfect ear jewelry?  

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  1. Right there with you Joel! I'm a traveling repairman by trade and my life is spent remembering what hotel room I'm staying in. Happiness is a night in one's own bed. (That one is free to use, my gift.) 😀

  2. Hmmm, is Joel thinking that the "big, maybe soft" thing IS his butt (into which he occasionally crams , or that he used to cram his head AND his butt into the soft thing???

    H.E. — Continually challenging the readers with non-humdrum conundrums!

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