Ever propose to do something technical, only to spend 90% of your day figuring out why it doesn’t work rather than doing it?
I went to a LAN party that was like that once.
All of my friends interrupt each other. I think that’s a good sign.
Don’t you hate it when you stay up all night, and the sky turns that horrible grey color an hour before sunrise, and you realize you’ve wasted all the dark? The sky outside is -that- color in this strip.
Self-reflection is hard enough already without your subconscious giving you a Lens of Crazy to view it all through while you sleep.
Readers, meet Tater’s inner bully.
Tater becomes increasingly frustrated with the lack of guidance his species’ history affords a dragon in today’s world.
Drizzle conspires against her own sleep schedule yet again.
Get it? Because… the mirror… and… y’know.. reflections…
(In which Drizzle voices disinterest with less than perfect grace)
On a quiet suburban street, on a pleasant spring evening, a fearsome, fire-breathing monster contemplates his past and present.
And another bloodthirsty, airborne terror plays with her tofu blocks.
That make life worth licking living.
In which we discover that Drizzle is not merely thoughtful, but prone to bouts of sudden and intense melancholy.
Drizzle’s apartment is more than enough for one single young adult dragon. But it’s no Taj Mahal.