Weak in the Knees

Today's comic happened last Wednesday after a nice evening at a friend's house on the river. Not a very nice ending to the night, but hey, these things happen.

Outside of a nice purple bruise on my knee, there was no major harm done. I am a survivor. A wimp who cries, but still a survivor.

Lost Etiquette

It's appropriate that today we have a little lesson in "LOST" etiquette to save you from embarrassment and shame as you watch the Grand Finale of LOST tonight. One rule, very simple: Never. NEVER. NEVER make a sound. If you must cry, gasp, exclaim, shout indignantly, swear or scream, or ask incredulously, "what the h*** was that???" you must wait until the commercial break. Repeat: wait until the commercial break. I have learned this from experience and I humbly pass on my wisdom on to you. Your welcome.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

I don't really believe the title of this comic, but there are times when your every intention is good, but someone takes it the wrong way or takes it as a personal slight... arg. I hate that.

Aside from that, to everyone who reads these humble comics... I thank you and appreciate you every day!

Love, robin

Things Seem Worse at Night

Be it a bad dream, anxiety, or just general sadness, it all seems worse in the middle of the night.