The timeline for this comic is off, if you haven’t noticed. I know it’s December, but we’re still talking about October.
You know, Zoe wouldn’t be so bombarded with questions if she just would tell me things on a regular basis.
I didn’t park far away on purpose! The north part of the campus, where Zoe is, was all redone and I wasn’t familiar with it anymore. I didn’t know how to get to those parking lots (but in retrospect, it wasn’t that hard).
This is true. No one there wants to get to know me. No one here wants to get to know me. Good grief! Maybe it’s because I’ll make them look bad in a comic.
I hope the guy doesn’t have alcohol poisoning every weekend. That doesn’t sound healthy.