Have your holiday plans been upended by Omicron? Did your longtime sports-entertainment employer suspend you without pay for using the word "hospital" instead of "medical facility"? Has your significant other dumped all your shit on the sidewalk because you were told to never again repeat the story about riding on the same elevator with Fran Drescher and sure enough, you went and did it (possibly in your sleep)? DON'T DESPAIR --- no check that, you should probably despair a fuck ton. But I'm here for you, just as I am at roughly the same time every week. Whether you wanna wallow in a thick miasma of self-pity or you'd prefer to go tubing down the RIVER OF DENIAL, I've got your back, at least for 2 hours. Unless you tell that Fran Drescher story again, in which case, all bets are off.

Illustration culled from Incoherent Nonsense's 1999 demo (h/t Josh Wolf)