Allan

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Day 119

Allan

on Aug. 8, 2007

I just realized my life has become a soap opera. A soap opera, or a sitcom. *laugh track*

And what's up with that last panel? OH WAIT! Is that–is that STUN SPORE?! Butterfree, I don't remember choosing you! Ha ha ha ha ha!

…my, aren't I in a rare fashion? I guess I'm really enjoying life right now! Why? I don't know!

By the way there's more to this conversation, which I will not share with you now, but will probably make into tomorrow's strip, since I'm not really doing much tomorrow!! Woo!

As for other stuff, oh, yeah, soap opera. Just watch and see how eventually my life will unfold like the linens on the walls, which is what all our lives are like. Folds in some linens. Yeah, eventually I'll get stranded on a magical island with a pregnant woman hanging on my arm and then suddenly she'll start going into LABOR mid-HANG! And then I'll look up at the ledge I'm barely holding onto and see a tarantula crawling across my fingertips and I'll say: "Oh no! I'm deathfully allergic to spiders!" even though the specific tarantula crawling across my hand has no venom in its fangs at all and I'm not really allergic to spider bites. Also, the woman below me isn't actually hanging in mid-air, but is standing on a rock which is just out of the camera shot. Her arm's not even fully extended. I know, that'd be awesome. Did I mention the island has a forcefield around it and I need to press a button at the top of the mountain to get off it? Yeah. That too.

I could call it "Day of our Allan," and it'd be the next daytime hit on CBS. You know, instead of all those "Bling It On!" commercials.

I really need sleep. More comics tomorrow and whatnot!