So this is it: the last weather of the year. I have so much to say, and so little space, so I guess I won’t say much of anything. Don’t fret though, folks, because we’ve got a bomb-diggity ‘human coming in. In fact, this newbie has already snuck some strips in over the last couple weeks while I was far too drunk to write. But even though you’re set for next year in new hands, you all haven’t seen the last of me. I’ll probably sprinkle my snarky wisdom on you from time to time in ’09-10. Graduating is for saps.
Tomorrow’s forecast: Freedom from the tyrannical bonds of a small daily box. I’ll miss you all.