Nepoleon Fries The Idea Powder.

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January 8, 2014 by sandwichcontrol

I’m the national treasure and I hate noise.

These are what messages from the Rev. Dark Wombat are like.

And this is what emails from Teacher Sis are like:

I am in a delirium. From the not sleep.

And it is only going to get worse.

Today, I’ve got tutoring this morning, a video shoot this noon-ish, more tutoring this evening, and character sheet clean up (for the nerd club) tonight.

Last night, I went to the roller derby welcome/tryouts. The new season is upon us. Weirdly enough, all of the new people can skate. All of the vets didn’t know what to do with their hands. Normally, first night is spent picking people up off of the floor. I went to take photos of skated ladies eating floor and was let down. Janie J. helped me out and she staged a fall for me. She’s so sweet. Unfortunately, my camera decided to unfocus at the last second as I was shooting her “fall”. All of the photos are shit. (wah wah waaahh) So it goes.

I did find this heart felt message, whilst searching for a supplemental photo of chicks eating rink, for all you roller girls out there:

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Awww…

Today is a crazy day. Tomorrow is going to be worse. Pray I make it to the weekend without:

a) Driving my truck into a bridge embankment.

b) Punching you, or anyone else, in the throat.

c) Driving my truck into a bridge embankment while punching you, or anyone else, in the throat.

Love you.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC

 


1 comment »

  1. Dave says:

    Yeah, I’m over here prayin for you. Pssh.

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