The Early Worm

I am not.

Aha, and I finally post. Well hot dog, it’s supposed to be cool tonight! I’m smelling that autumn crispness in the air finally.

Our apartment will be holding a pumpkin carving contest and the excess of gutted pumpkin pulp will soon fill our kitchen trash can. But before that can take place, the weather really must understand its role in the fall. Its insistence on being muggy is far out of line. Why can’t the heat miser relent? Oh Mrs. Claus… intercede on behalf of our beleaguered state.

There was a typo for yesterday’s The Adventuresome Toad (or as the leet might abr., TAT). I accept full responsibility for that mistake. Incidentally, there was a typo in a much more highly regarded webcomic that very same day. Yes, our precious Penny-Arcade made a typo the same day as us. It may be assuming to whisper destiny, but… I mean, what are we left with? Ours is the rising sun.

In other news, I flipped the page on my calendar and it now reveals a bungalow adrift in crystalline ocean water being shaded from the partly cloudy sky by a palm tree. Oh golly I’d like to be there.

-Arrivederci!