And so ends chapter 3. What can I say? I never promised you a rose garden. And if I did, I guarantee I was fantastically drunk at the time, and as such should not have been taken seriously.

Though I will promise that the strip has hit peakĀ sappiness for the time being. Monday marks the start of chapter 4, and the beginning of a bright new day for things that don’t involve people staring sadly out windows. I think. Actually, I should probably go double-check the buffer, just to make sure…

Nah, yeah, you’re good. Well… No, yeah. Yeah, you’re good, you’re good. I mean… mostly.