155. December 31, 2021 - I know I published a comic page here, but let's get to the important stuff. There's a puddle in my yard. For December through February, that puddle persists. Last year I woke up each morning and stared at the puddle, annoyed by its continuous existence, and it taunted me. It dried up in March and I watched its death with pleasure. But now it has returned. Unwilling to endure its daily taunting, I took a shovel and spent the last two days digging trenches that leeched its lifeforce into a nearby creek. Now it is nothing. Lifeless. A phantom of moisture. Coincidentally, my arms no longer work.
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