I guess this comic takes place before Monday. Or maybe Arn’s been sleeping there for two days. Either way.
In other news, I went to a party at the guards’ house at the cemetery here in Bloomfield. It was down in these strange underground tunnels. It was the first time I had jungle juice since I was 18. My roommate Travis was “A Merkin Eagle” and his friend Chris was a claw machine that people could operate to get candy. We also watched Dawn of the Dead, arguably the Casablanca of Pittsburgh cinema.
In future news, I plan on eating a hoagie for dinner!