|Wednesday, November 14, 2007|
|Panel 1: In her residence room, Marie, who has the flu, is sitting up in bed, talking to the probably imaginary Evil Marie.|
Marie: Casey isn't interested in me in...that way. If I told him how I felt, he'd stop being my friend.
Marie: And the thing with my parents is complicated. You want me to deal with it, but...sometimes I just think about it, and I feel as if I'm going crazy.
Evil Marie: You're actually going to go crazy if you don't--
Marie: Do you think I don't know that?
Evil Marie [smirks]: Well, I am you.
Marie: I guess I do have a habit of stating the obvious.
Alt-Text: You also have a habit of arguing with yourself. I expect you've noticed that by now.