Sing Me a Song of Summer

... and I'll sing you a dirge of Winter. It's not really Winter to me, as I sit inside at a computer, looking at the fall leaves still clinging to some trees. When's that snow supposed to get here, anyway? Even though I can hear my last-minute homework calling, I know that I can't pull myself away.

I've been toying with a picture that I'll put up... oh... Friday, I think. Maybe I'll get the third comic of Skewed up then, too. I know that I have one that I need to re-scan, but that can wait for a bit.

Old man winter's taken his revenge on me for threatening him earlier- let's see how long I can last before I lose my voice completely. Tenacious as ever (and lacking the necessary driving skills) I shall continue to take the bus until my pass gives up the ghost- um... expires. Until then, keep dry, folks! And look forward to Turkish Delight at Jessi's next party!