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.

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'...