Arrr, it's a process I go through now and again. I'm insecure, go away.
Sometimes I look back and I realize that I've laid a joke down way thicker than necessary, and then I go so far as to explain it in these here below-the-comic words. It's not like I don't trust you fabulous people to get it, I'm just a crappy writer.
Also, UPS makes the best calendars ever. Look at him, he's so happy!
And, blark, I need to not draw me ever. I honestly can't stand self-inserting myself into these things, but I do it anyway.