To Warm Up

I just jabbed the air a couple times and kicked like Norris. I think I’m ready to do this.

I’m going to blitz the day’s events: Class.

Excellent, moving on. Oh no! I just realized I forgot to do some homework for today.

History of Rock and Roll homework, I mean. I think my assignment consists of listening to the Beatles and Led Zeppelin (thank you spell check). I know. Such academic rigors would make a lesser man cringe on his knees. The hoops I have to hop. But, gotta stay competitive.

I wouldn’t say that the conversation from today's comic actually happened, if it weren’t for the fact that it did. To be fair, he -wait. No. There’s not really a justification. It happened. History doesn’t offer any rationale. Except perhaps to birth this comic.

I talked to someone earlier when it wasn’t as late as it is now. (another truism). I likened my neurons to something like the game Bust a Move/Snood/Bubble Blaster. My neurons normally carry my shipments of chemical and electric information to and around on a tight and accurate schedule. But when the time gets later my little neuron engineers start firing madly at every shadow they conjure out of the increasingly inky regions of my brain.

Hope you enjoy the comic. Thank you, the populace. We appreciate you all.

-Arrivederci!