Dear daughter… | The Murverse

I can see a tiny piece of the moon chewed off… It’s starting!! Aaaaah! Run for your lives! Repent! The end is nigh! Buy bread, milk & TP!

was in the cubicle über early this morning… but none of the high-up window office dwellers are in so I didn’t get credit. ::sigh::

Woke with a splitting headache. My old man senses tell me some weather is on the way.