And sometimes, well, sometimes the gnar shreds you.

Dude.

Mornin’ friends. I’m back. Sort of. I mean, physically I think my body is here, but Batman only knows where my head is at.

These are things I know for certain:

1) Bees.

2) Isis, the royal cat of Lippincottonia is dead.

3) I’m not nearly awake enough for this shit.

Also, if you want to read a very angry rant by Furious Jessy, click here.

Damn. You really pissed her off. Whoever you are. She said it’s like Russian Cinderella. If shoe fits, wear it.

When I was in Colorado, I bought this book:

I had no intention of starting to read it until I got to the designated stopping point in “Outlander”. But I started reading it anyway. I got sucked in. Why? Because it is so ridiculously stupid good. Go read it. Right now.

Today I am back to the old grind stone of normality. Since it is a holiday, I am going to go run errands with Teacher Sis. And then I’m going to go let our new trainer try to kill me with another superhero-themed workout. Pray for an honorable death.

But first, I have to go dig a grave.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC