Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

I feel like his initials may have let him down here.


So yes, I should have posted this in time for that holiday we had, but I drew it after the fact.  Anyone else remember making mailboxes or decorated bags for valentines in elementary school, and then waiting with bated breath to see if you were the sad kid who didn’t get any?  Apparently by the time my younger relatives were in school they had worked around that by forcing everyone to give the whole class cards, so that every kid could enjoy a full 26 or so meaningless Walgreen’s cards given with indifference, resentment, and occasionally outright loathing.



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