The impetus of this strip actually is a bit darker than you may guess - I really do get kind of angry at myself for sitting on my duff *watching* so much sports on TV, instead of getting out and running more. (Granted, I usually feel like I’m half-dead after work, and I do stand on my feet ninety percent of my day, but, still…)
The baby is officially overdue! Or, hell, since I put these on auto-update, I suppose it is possible that we are at the hospital right now. I had a very unique experience yesterday where one of my friends at work came up to me and congratulated me. Because I’m a sarcastic asshole, I told him, “Yep! I lived through another night! Baby’s still on hold, dude.” He went away, kind of abashed, but texted me about ten minutes later.
Another of our coworkers, the one that I was actually teaching with, in the room, right there, had told my buddy that 2.0 had, in fact, delivered the baby the previous night.
This woman - whom I am not friendly with, because she sucks as a teacher and is just a waste of taxpayers’ money - hadn’t even seen me yet that morning, and yet took it upon herself to tell my buddy that I was a father, when, you know, I wasn’t. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
Anyway. Maybe there will be a strip on Monday, maybe there will be a baby in my apartment on Monday. Who knows?!