A comic about life, love, death, and conversation, in about three colors.
Hmmm. Something's not right. It seems like I've been peeingfor quite some time. I must be dreaming.

Season of Mists


Am I the only person that has these dreams?

Maybe I shouldn’t drink so much coffee right before bed.

I don’t know. It just seems like such a waste of valuable Dream Country, you know? I mean, I could be on a hot date with Peaches or exploring alien worlds or showing up to work naked. But no. Morpheus evidently has other plans.

Speaking of which, I’m exhausted. Night all!

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