One of these days I'm going to get caught up with posting these. It probably won't be until I'm done writing them.  When I'm home.  In July. -- 06 May 2008.  8:27pm. The sky is dark, clouded, full of pregnant cumulonimbi ready to burst and shower forth mountains of wet progeny as I make my way through the thinly-wooded park.  The smoothed rocks on the uneven path are slick, and my shoes slip and slide as I attempt to climb the steep incline. Back home I wouldn'...

I've been catching up on the archives from my new favorite webcomic, Least I Could Do , and I came across this gem. Think about it.