Clearly I wrote this comic after staying up way too late listening to The Carpenters and the Violent Femmes only to realize it was morning and cursing the sound of birds chirping in my ear. Obviously that’s what happened.

Not that I was up late doing any other thing. No. That would make too much sense.

Also, looking at my drawing now, it looks like the bird is hanging out in a kiddie pool like some funky shaped Flamingo.